Chapter Seven

Bullying is WRONG.

WARNING THERE IS SOME VIOLENCE IN THIS CHAPTER!!!

***OLIVER POV***

"Quick I am in need of some Rock, Heavy metal, screamo, alternative, or anything other then Country music Stat." Comes a deep grumbling voice. I smile as I shut my locker and see Rolland leaning against the lockets next to mine. I blush as my eyes land on his lips. I quickly look back up at him and smile, raising an eyebrow

"Why?" I ask. He groans and rubs his temples, pushing off the lockers, his messenger bag sagging on his shoulder.

"My Foster brother wouldn't stop blasting country music all the way from the middle school to here. I have heard enough twang to last me a life time." He grumbles again. Damn was his voice sexy. It is then that I finally take in his appearance. A Deep red V neck t shirt that dipped and I could swear I saw some chest hair. It was tight against his body and one could tell he had a nice body under it. His arms, Oh DAMN his ARMS! they were nicely muscled and I could tell it was pure working out, no extra umpt. I watched as the muscles moved under the skin as he yawned and stretched. His shirt lifts when he stretches his arms behind him and I spot a small light colored happy trail and that was it, my mind set up shop in the gutter.

"Like what you see?" a snickering voice says from behind me making me Yelp and turn to glare at my sister. She just smirks and laughs, shaking her head as she walks to her own locker across the hall. Curse you Jeremi! I shout at her. She turns around and waggles her eyebrows at me, knowing my thoughts. Damn the whole twin telepathy thing. I Knew it was real! Jeremi was living proof of it! A cough from in front of me has me stopping my murderous twin glare and looking back up at the sexy boy in front of me.

"Music now! I need!" he says in broken English making me laugh and shake my head. I give him an apologetic smile and show him my dead IPhone

"No can do Yoda, I forgot to charge my Phone last night, Its as dead as a rock." He laughs, a deep booming laugh that makes my chest tighten.

"I didn't know rocks could die." He stutters out. I just stick my tongue out at him as I stuff my phone in my back pocket. Just then I spot a blonde red and black head in the sea of students and two minutes later Kenna slides up next to me, handing me an Ice cap.

 
"Carmel Ice cap no whip cream, and a large ice coffee four and four with a shot of Raspberry." She says turning to Rolland and handing him the ice coffee. His eyes nearly bug out.

"How the hell did you know that's what I liked?" He asks taking a hesitant sip. She smiles wide.

"Allen told me yesterday, told me to pass it along to Olly here but I forgot to." She says shrugging. I take a sip of my Caramel Ice Cap. AHHH Thank you Devine Entity for creating Tim Horton's coffee shops and thank you even more for having one Right next to the High school. Kenna had run over and grabbed us coffees before school. She takes a sip of her own  Pineapple mango smoothie. Rolland shrugs and takes another sip.

"This is an excellent substitute for music." He says in content. I shake my head as the bell rings above us. He Groans. " I hate English, especially first period.' He groans again hitching his bag higher on his shoulder. He gives us a small wave before turning and heading to the English hallway. Kenna kisses me on the cheek and runs to catch up with him, seeing how they had the same English class. I look around for Jeremi since we both had Anatomy first period and don't see her anywhere, Oh well probably holed up somewhere with Linda. I push my way through the sea of students, trying to make my way upstairs to the Science rooms when I feel someone grab the back of my shirt, nearly choking me. The person yanks me back, causing me to fall flat on my a*s.

" I know I like pain in my a*s but this wasn't what I thought it would be like." I mutter looking up, my face paling.

"Hey there cocksucker." Lucas spits, his friend Arnold laughing behind him. I give them my toothy grin.

"Oh joy! Just what I wanted. An encounter with the biggest steroid heads of the school! And first thing in the morning too! A guys Biggest Dream." I say sarcastically, Trying to Get up while sticking my foot in my mouth. Why Oh WHY did I talk before I thought? Lucas's face flushes a violent, and ugly I might add, shade of red as anger twists his features. Before I can say anything his fist flies and makes contact with my chin my teeth gnashing painfully together. A sting and the taste of blood fills my mouth letting me know I bit my tongue, Lovely. I stagger back and hit the wall, my bag falling off my shoulder as they advance.

"You think you're so funny don't you f*g?" Lucas hisses his eyes flashing with fury. I shake my head, holding up my hands in surrender.

"Me funny? NO NO definitely not. Look this whole thing is a misunderstanding. Why don't you let me go And I will never even look in your direction again? Scouts Honor! Come on boys what do you say?" I ramble, my heart pumping adrenaline through my veins. Lucas looks over at Arnold who grins and Lucas looks back at me, his Cheshire grin spreading on his face.

"We say, we are bored and you are a f****t, That's just has an a*s whooping written all over it. Don't you agree Arnold?"

"Hell Yeah!"

"Oh HEEEELLLL NAWH!" I say, a fake southern accent coloring my words. I duck down and try to make a break for it. But of course luck isn't on my side and Arnold Grabs my arm yanking me back. I yelp as pain spreads in my arm from being pulled. Instinct takes over and I double over, wrapping my free arm around my chest. Don't let him get my chest, don't let him get my chest. Arnold snickers.

"Look at this wimp, already bending over in defeat. Why do you always do that F*g?" He asks malice and curiosity mixing in his question. I don't answer, I just screw my eyes shut and try to protect my chest. Don't let him get my chest don't let him get my chest.

"Arnold hold onto his other hand, Lets teach this cocksucker what happens when he mouths off at us." Lucas says and my world stops. Take my other hand away? NO! I need to protect my chest! I struggle against Arnold, kicking my legs wildly trying to break free. Don't let him get my chest! Don't let him get my Chest! My heart beats like a herd of horses as my mind is seized in panic! If Arnold takes my other hand away then my chest will be unprotected! I couldn't let that happen. Arnold is too strong for me and manages to wrestle my arms behind my back, despite my wild struggles. My Chest fully exposed. I look at Lucas and he smirks at the terror that was no doubt shining in my eyes.

"Lucas Don't! Please Anywhere but my Chest! Please I beg you!" I cry resorting to begging. Maybe just maybe if I begged enough he would listen. No. Such. Luck. He just laughs.
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"Listen to him! Flint you are so Pathetic!" He laughs. He lifts his hand up, clenching it into a fist. "Maybe this will teach you never to mouth off." He spits and lets his fist fly, connecting to my caved in chest in the Hardest punch he had ever given me. 

All air is forced out of my lungs as the pain erupts, spreading through out my whole body. Black dots pop into my vision and my knees buckle from under me. Arnold lets me go and I collapse onto the floor as my mouth fills with blood. I wheeze, trying to suck in air but I cant. All it does is cause more pain to fill my body. I spit out a glob of blood and my arms give out, my front collapsing onto the ground. My hearing tunes in and out and I can barely hear my tormentors as they laugh and walk away. Cant breath. My chest hurts so bad, pain I had never felt before. I try to get up but the pain hits me again and I gasp. My breathing slowly comes back, but not enough, like breathing through a straw. Hmm so this is how Heavy smokers felt? My head starts to pound as it screams at me for more oxygen. I Try to get up again but cant, only managing to roll over onto my back. More black spots fill my vision as my ears start to ring with the pounding in my head and I know I am about to pass out. S**t I hope someone finds me soon. Then everything goes black as I pass out.

***ROLLAND POV***

I tuck my bathroom pass in my back pocket as I walk out of class. I HATED English class, I mean who needed to read about Romeo and Juliet? The two were idiots who killed each other after only knowing each other for what a total of like three days. Serious stupidity right there. I hum a song from Shine down as I make my way to the bathroom which was right past the stair well. A Backpack on the ground catches my eye. That was Oliver's bag. What was it doing chilling there? I speed up and peak into the stair well. My heart stuttering to a stop at the sight in front of me.

"OLIVER!" I shout and drop to my knees next to him. An ugly bruise was forming on his chin and what looked to be dried blood was staining it. I press two fingers to his neck and sigh in relief as I feel a faint pulse. Picking his head up I put it in my lap and try to wake him up. "Oliver? Wake up?" I whisper, shaking his shoulders gently. My heart pounds in my chest as my anger rises. Lucas Carver was going to PAY for this! Oliver groans a weak pain filled groan as his eyes flutter open, their gold irises clouded over. He focuses on me and gives me a small toothy grin.

"I love your hair. Did I ever tell you that?" He croaks out. I blush as I stare down at him. " You lap is comfy." He murmur as his eyes flutter shut. I shake him again.

"Hey don't you pass out on me! Oliver wake up!" I hiss shaking him again. He doesn't respond, His breathing shallow. "OLIVER!" I shout making him wince.

"Chest, he got my chest." He mutters before fully passing out again. My body freezes. His Chest? S**T! I gently roll up his shirt and stare at the horror. There was already a nasty black and blue bruise forming right in the center, right in the most sensitive spot on him. I yank the shirt down.

"Oliver I will be right back. I'm going to get help." I whisper sliding his head off my lap and tearing down the hall back to my class. I burst into the class room making every head whip around to look at me. Ms. Roman stops her reading and glares at me.

"MR Hopkins I do not Appreciate the interruption please take your seat and be quiet!" She snaps. I ignore her and my eyes land on Kenna.

"Oliver, He's been Hit in the chest!" I spit out, and turn back around. By the angry shouts of the teacher I know Kenna has jumped out of her chair and ran out after me. I can hear her calling someone.

"Mr. Flint, Its Kenna. Oliver's been hit in the chest come quickly." She says as we make our way to Oliver. He is in the same position I left him in. I stop in my tracks.

"Kenna Help me pick him up. He needs to go to the Nurses or something!" I cry. Kenna stops me. 

"No Don't move him. Stay with him I'll go get the nurse. Just don't Move him!" She shouts and tears down the hall to the nurses.

"Mr. Hopkins I do- Oh My god Is he alright?" Ms. Roman's high pitched voice exclaims as she rounds the corner and steps into the stair well. I shake my head as I drop to my knees and put his head in my lap again. I check his pulse one more time, thankfully I could still feel his pulse.

" I don't know. He has a medical condition its called I don't know I cant pronounce it." I look up at her and she nods.

"All the teachers know." She says kneeling down next to us. " What happened?" She asks quietly. I shrug.

"I don't know I was going to the bathroom like I said I was and I spotted his bag in the hallway. next thing I know I saw him passed out on the floor. He woke up for a few moments to say something about hurting his chest." I ramble. My emotions choking me up making it hard to talk anymore. Oh Please don't Die! I shout in my head. I look down at him. This sarcastic hyper boy, who I was starting to crush majorly on was laying unconscious in my lap and I wasn't there to protect him. Anger erupts in my chest as I continue to look at him. Lucas Carver was going to PAY! Kenna comes rushing back with the nurse right behind her. The nurse rushes over and drops to her knees. " He's still breathing, he has a nasty bruise on his chest. is he going to be ok?" I ask. my voice weak, startling me. Mrs. Heartly gives me a kind yet grim smile.

" I don't know Mr. Hopkins, He needs to see a doctor. we need to call his parents."

"Already did that." Kenna says quietly. "Should I go get Jeremi? His twin sister?" Mrs. Heartly nodded and Kenna tore up the stairs to go get Jeremi.

"Alright Mr. Hopkins do you think you can lift him up?" She asks I nod, swallowing my rage. Lucas can wait, Oliver needed me now. I gently move His head and stand up, only to bend down and slide my hands under him. He was small, and skinny, not weighting much, making it easy to lift him up and cradle him in my arms.

"OLIVER!" Someone shouts And I look up the stairs to see the girls running down them, Jeremi in the lead. She nearly trips down them but Kenna steadies her and they jump down the last few remaining steps. " What Happened? Is he ok?" Jeremi wails in fear. I give her a helpless look.

"We don't know just yet he needs to go to the hospital." I say and our small posse goes to the nurses. Mrs. Heartly points to a small bed.

"Place him there while I make a call. Kenna darling can you go tell the front office that there is a student in medical need of a ambulance and that his parents are already notified and on there way? Thank you dear." She says. I make my way to the small bed and gently lay him down on it, careful not to disturb his chest. He makes a small whimper and his eyes flutter open.

"Rolland?" He asks his voice thick with confusion and pain. I give him a small smile.

"Hey, its ok, the ambulance are on the way. you'll be taken care of in no time." I whisper, turning to leave. He grabs hold of my hand and grips it tight.

"Dont leave me," He whispers before passing out again, his hand relaxing around my until it falls away. I reach for his hand and sit gingerly on the bed next to him.

"I'm not going anywhere." I promise squeezing his hand tightly. And I don't move. His parents burst in and a few minutes later a high pitched siren alerts us to the Ambulance. I don't let go until the EMTs tell me I cant ride in the back with him, only Jeremi can. Thankfully Kenna begs his parents to let me go too. The school doesn't sctop us as The Flints, Kenna and I get into their car and race after the van, heading to the hospital.

Please, Please Let him be ok.

Author's Note

OH NO Will Oliver be OK? Stay Tuned