How to save a life

Nash is your typical teenage boy. Blue eyes, brown hair, athletic, all the girls want him in their panties. Being a football player puts him at the top of the school, being Captain makes him king. When a new girl catches his eye he can't help but stare, only thing is…she's a total loser. Wears thick framed glasses, hair is always in a messy bun and wearing her sweatshirts and jeans with converse. She became an easy target for everyone. Until the day she had enough. Nash knew he could have saved her and when a girl just like the last comes into the school he's determined to save her. Before it's too late.


31. Chapter Thirty-One

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!


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 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.


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