I'm Not Real

Chapter Three

Chapter Three: A New Scar, A New Story

Is it hard to believe that Cherry is a violent person? Because it shouldn't be. She's violent, her friends are violent, her parents raised her to be violent. Which is why Senpai's idea was so appealing to her.
He'd suggested, upon seeing her anger, that since she was behind him and the desk rows were so close together, she could stab him in the leg with his pocket knife.

Keith had embarrassed her thoroughly and she wanted to get back at him. She loved her little puppet and all but it was hard to love someone when you want to kill them, which is why you need to express more mild violence. To avoid inevitable and deathly violence. At least, that's what Cherry thought.

And due to this philosophy of hers, she was ecstatic when the teacher said they'd be in groups of four. She grabbed Senpai and Keith, then looked around. Keith pointed at Whitty and they walked towards him.

Once they sat down, they just sat at a circle shaped table and started talking, since they already knew each other, besides Senpai and Whitty. Senpai and Cherry were on either side of Keith's which made him thoroughly uncomfy. As they spoke, Cherry placed the pocket knife on his leg. The blade wasn't up, but her thumb was glazed over the side that would only take one more movement to make it much more painful.

Keith, feeling the knife on his leg, stopped talking and froze. He slowly moved his hand towards it, trying to make Cherry drop it. Once Keith had a hand on it, Cherry flipped the knife open suddenly, and in one swift movement from all parties, Keith got a fairly deep cut on his leg from Cherry's fierce movement of the blade. All the while senpai moved out of the way and Whitty picked Keith up before she could do any more damage.

It was an odd sight, for sure, but that didn't matter. Keith was bleeding. His blue jeans turned a dark red where Cherry had broke skin.

Whitty raised his hand and asked to go to the bathroom. Before receiving permission, he took Keith, who was still being carried, over to the bathroom. These were always empty during 7th period, so it seemed safe enough to deal with it there without being caught.

"How bad did she get you?" Whitty asked as he put Keith down. The blue haired boy slipped the second he put him down, the taller boy breaking his fall. He looked upset, but not surprised nor panicked which concerned Whitty. "Pretty bad, huh?"
Whitty sat him on the ground gently.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened to reveal Nene and Darnell. Upon seeing the two of him on the ground, Keith bloodied up, Darnell reached into his pocket for his emergency match, and Nene, for her knife. "He didn't do it, put it away, guys!" The small student shouted. "Well the hell happened?!" Nene yelled and started inspecting the wound.

"...Cherry." Whitty spoke up when Keith didn't. "Y'know what, somehow I'm not surprised." Darnell sighed as he pulled out some bandages from his backpack. Whitty looked at him like 'why do you have those on you?'
"What? Pico carries around a gun and Nene carries around a knife, you think there ain't been any incidents?"

Keith rolled up his pant leg to expose the wound so they wouldn't have to bandage it through the rip where the cut was. He looked down at it and then at the hand in his lap. If only he could just ask for help. The burn hurt so bad and he was sure that Darnell had aloe or something in there, but Cherry would know right away.
Instead of asking, he just pulled his sleeve and covered his hand entirely.

"G-guys can I stay at your place today?" Keith asked after fiddling with his sleeve for a few seconds. "Yeah, for sure." They nodded "That sounds like the best idea for you anyway." Nene added.

As far as everyone there were conversation, they just needed to keep Keith away from Cherry. It was simple. So why haven't they been able to? The kids looked at Keith sympathetically. Keith didn't want their pity but didn't comment.

Darnell got out his little first aid kit and washed his hands and rinsed a cloth in warm water. He bent down to Keith's level and put the cloth on the wound, applying pressure. "Hey!" Keith winced. "Sorry, need to disinfect it." After cleaning the cut, he put on some antibiotics and the bandages.

Keith was a bit upset at him, but he knew it was better not to get it infected. "Can you stand now?" Whitty asked. "U-um.." he tried to stand and stumbled backwards, back into the floor. "I don't think so" Nene sighed.
"Oh really? Couldn't tell." Keith deadpanned and sat up, rubbing his head where it hit the floor.

Whitty shrugged to himself and picked him up again. He was light enough so it wasn't like it bothered him.
"FU- alrighty then-!" The small student yelled in surprised. The other three laughed at the reaction while Keith just rolled his eyes.

He wanted to be annoyed with them but he couldn't. He couldn't be mad at these bitches, they care about him too much for that.