Nash's POV
I can't focus as the teacher rambles about something. Cameron said I bullied Sky? What's wrong with him?! I thought we were friends. I look behind me to find Cameron. He smiles.
When did he move there? I don't smile back turning back. I just-don't think about punching his face in Nash. Just focus in work.
"Study pages 143-150 for the test." We all groan loudly. I open the textbook. That's so many pages! I feel a tap on my shoulder.
I find Cameron smiling. "So Taylor is throwing a party and everyone is going." He starts.
"Cool." I spin back around.
"I want you to come. With me." He continues.
"I mean not as a date, but like a friend. Not like a boyfriend but like my brother." He rambles.
"Why?" I start, reading to deliver my snarky comment.
"Cause I mean when was the last t-"
I stop him, but it still hurts. "Why are you still talking?" I roll my eyes and turn around.
Alright Canadian History. It's stupid though. Why are we learning this? I'm not even Canadian! I'm an U.S. citizen!
In 1876-
I spun around to Cameron again. "What now?!" I groan.
"Why are you being so rude?"
"Cause you told Skylar that I was her bully. That's why I'm being rude. I hope you're fucking happy asshole." I spun back around.
The bell rang and I stood up. I walk out the classroom, not looking back. I can't believe I trusted him, I thought we were friends. I thought we were all good.
Great. Now, I'm all stressed. I lean against a locker, shutting my eyes, gripping my hair. This isn't fair. I never once asked for this! I'm a good person! This just isn't fair!
IT'S NOT FAIR!
Take a breath Nash. Calm down. I take three deep breaths. Alright. Remember what Shawn said.
"They say talking about it makes you feel better."
Shawn. Where is he? I start jogging through the school. I'm tempted to scream for him but I keep my mouth shut. Where could he be?
...
I walk outside the school. It's lunch time but I'm not hungry. I still can't find Shawn.
"Nash!" I hear a familiar voice scream. I spin around to find Matt.
"Hey." I shrug. I'm not in the mood to talk.
"Come with me!" He grabs my arm, dragging me towards the football field. I now notice the screaming and the crowd.
"What's going on?" I ask.
"There's a fight."
Why would Matt be dragging me to a fight? He pushes some people making room for us. There's screams and I can hear the punches being thrown. We push through our last set of people. My eyes widen.
"Shawn." It was Shawn getting the shit beat out of him by Taylor.
I want to stop this. But something holds me back. My feet stay planted in the ground and my hands balled up in fists. Nash stop being a wimp and stop this! But then Taylor will give you problems again. I feel so conflicted.
But wait, Matt's here. Why doesn't he stop this? Is something going on with him and Shawn? Or is he just really scared of Taylor?
A few players on the football team run over and break it up. Taylor thrashes in their arms, but they hold him tight.
"Coach will kill you if he finds out!" I hear one shout. Taylor stops and just looks around. He catches my gaze, he winks, smirking.
"If anyone mentions a word about this, You'll have to deal with us." He says, staring me straight in the eyes.
I gulp. Did they really think I'd tell? No way, I'm scared shitless. The crowd disappears and only Matt and I remain, along with Shawn.
I get down on my knees beside him, "Shawn let me see your face." I command, trying to pry his hands away.
He gives in and it's bad. He's got a busted lip, a bruised face, and his eye is purple. "Bro, what happened?" Matt asks, from behind me.
"Tay...Taylor...talking to- AH!" He screams out followed by a string of curse words.
I'm shocked at his reaction, His eye hurts that bad? What surprised me most was the cursing. I mumble a sorry, and wipe some blood off his cheek with my thumb.
"I, I was talking to coach. Trying to get you back on the...team. He overheard and he hit, kicked, punched me, over and over." He explained, his voice trembling.
I feel tears in my eyes. Shawn got beat up for me? "Nash why didn't you help me?" He asked.
I don't have an answer as the bell rings. "Let me help you up." I choke out.
He slaps my hand away. "Just leave me alone. Both of you." He whispers.
I stand up and brush the dirt off my jeans and walk away. Why didn't I help him?
Why didn't I help Skylar? Why didn't I help Christina?
Is it cause I'm a wimp? Or is it just because I didn't want to?
Whatever it is, I need to figure it out cause it's becoming a problem.
