I was bored, and this idea came to me, so here we go! I wanted to try out some different character's point of views, so this will be told from Nick's. I have some ideas for other character short stories. I don't know if I'll ever write them, but we'll see.
"What the hell happened?"
I turned away from the mirror to see Alex behind me at the door.
"Alex I'm fi-"
"No you are not," Alex said, walking over. He looked at my black eye and bruised face. He grabbed my chin and turned my face to get every angle, seeing every single bruise. I tried to fight, but when it came to physical strength he was stronger than me. He let go. "What happened," he asked again with clenched fists.
I opened my mouth to to tell him again it was nothing, but then Lena came in. She paused when she saw my face. She then looked at Alex, crossing her arms. "What happened," she asked him, as if she didn't think I would tell her the truth.
Alex glared at me. "Why don't you tell us both," he said. He pushed me down on the toilet, which was the only seat since we were having this conversation in the bathroom for some reason.
I didn't want to tell them. They would flip their sh-, I mean, heads. They were already pretty annoyed with me though, so I wondered what would happen. Would they be angry at me or the person who did this to me? The guy wasn't entirely wrong about what he said. What would they think? What would they say? Was I thinking too deep into this? Was I thinking too little into this?
Alex snapped in my face. "Excuse me, can you come back from planet Nick and tell us who did this to you?" He looked genuine. So did Lena. They were both kneeling next to me.
I sighed. "Some guy got angry at me. Called me some stuff," I said, rubbing my arms. Alex put his hand on my shoulder. "Why?" My eyes got watery and I looked away. Alex could tell I didn't want to tell him. Shocking right, he picked up an obvious hint.
Lena crossed her arms again. "What's his name," she asked. I shrugged. "His shirt said Ryder. We didn't exactly have much time for a chat, with him beating me up and all."
Alex glared at me again. "Nick, this is serious. Do you know anything about him?" I thought about it before shaking my head. Alex nodded in understanding he got up and so did Lena.
They seemed to be having a silent conversation with looks and motions (though neither knew sign language like me). I looked down at my hands. My knuckles were bruised from when I tried to fight back. My hands were also bruised from when I fell to the ground, which of course had been solid cement.
I saw a pair of shoes and looked up to see Lena. She grabbed my hands with a straight face. I looked around.
"Where's Alex?"
A small smile appeared on Lena's lips. "He just had to step out. He'll be back in a few minutes." She went to the cabinet and took out an ice pack. "Sorry, only could find one." She made me press it on my knuckles. I winced.
"Sorry, sorry," she muttered, going to get more ice packs. She came back with two more.
"I'm gonna look like a snowman," I complained. Lena rolled her eyes. "Just take the ice packs." She helped me place one on my other knuckle and then gently pressed the other one to my black eye.
I hated the cold. I'd rather it be hot any day. One time, my dad tried to take us to Greenland for a vacation (don't ask why). Me and Emily, who also hated the cold, vetoed that idea faster than the flash. Also, why is Greenland called green and Iceland called ice? It doesn't make much sense, does it? Whoever came up with that must've been drunk.
Suddenly, I heard loud footsteps running down the hallway. Me and Lena both looked to see Alex and Zack.
"We need to go," Alex said, tapping his fingers against his leg. Lena smiled. "How bad?" Alex nodded with a smile. "Bad."
Zack laughed. "I don't think you even want to know. Also, I stole his hat," he said, putting a beanie on his head.
I looked at all of them and landed on Alex. "What did you do?"
Alex shrugged. "Dealt with a problem. Now you can run right? Come on!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the house. Zack and Lena were behind us and soon caught up.
"I'm serious, what did you do," I asked, pulling my hand away from Alex and running myself.
He shrugged. "I beat the guy who hurt you up," he said, more casually than I thought possible.
I looked at him.
"YOU DID WHAT?"
Lena laughed. "What'd you expect? I told you he needed to step out for a few minutes."
I pointed at her. "Yeah, like, needing to take a breath! Not fudging beating up a guy who looks like a gang leader!"
Zack pulled the hat up so he could see. "He's not a gang leader. He's part of a motorcycle group-oh wait, he was a gang leader," he said.
I looked at the kid. "Did you help Alex?" Zack nodded with a small smile.
I didn't understand why he did that. We weren't exactly friends. At least I didn't think we were. Did this make us friends? I shook my thoughts out of my head.
My focus right now wasn't Zack. It was the gang that were chasing us with motorcycles right now since I could hear the engines.
And that, my friend, is how me and the others got a motorcycle gang to hate us. I know, it's a stupid story, but I have reasons behind my madness, don't worry.
You're probably afraid of dying. I mean, who isn't? Well, that's why I'm telling you this, so that you know that even dying has it's perks. If not I would've never met these guys. And where would I be without them?
Don't tell them I said that.
Anyway, my point is that eventually, you'll find you're own pack of dummies. When you do, don't shut them out. Believe me, I know from experience.
Oh shoot. Got to go, motorcycle gang is back, and they are not happy. See you around!
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