I Don't Need Your Help (wxg)

Chapter 8: Fight

Friday, at school
Y/N's POV
I was walking to Math like usual on a Friday morning, but as I walked past some stupid jocks, that were standing in the hallway, leaning against the lockers, laughing about something stupid probably, one of them shouted: "Dyke!" While the other ones were laughing along, as if he'd said the funniest thing ever. Oh he did not just- "What did you just say to me!?" I questioned him with a clenched jaw, balling my fists at my sides. "I said that you're a stupid fucking dyke!" The same one answered with a stupid, sly smirk on his face. I was not going to let him just walk away. If it was anyone else I'd probably just let it go, but these stupid, imature assholes are something entirely else.

Without thinking I punched him in the face with my right fist and kneed him in the ribs, making him stumble back, his nose starting to bleed. Violence is in fact the answer sometimes.

One of the other jocks tried to throw a punch at me, but I dodged quickly. The next punch though, I wasn't expecting at all, so I took it right to my jaw and I could taste the metal in my mouth, from my now busted lip. I kicked him in his croch in return, making him fall to his knees as I pushed on his forehead, which was level with my waist, making him fall backwards onto his back like a bowling skittle.

They ran away crying like little crybabies. I shook my head, truly unbelievable. I went to the school restroom to wash up some of the blood from my face and hands. I looked at myself in the mirror and like I thought, I had a cut on my lip and my jaw would be probably bruised in a few hours or tomorrow. My hands were already bruised, the pink and purple coloring my knuckles, but I don't think I broke a bone. It hurts a little, but not enough to indicate it being broken.

Like three or four years ago my adoptive mother taught me how to fight a little, so if anything happened I could protect myself. It comes in handy sometimes...

I was washing my hands under the cold tap water, hoping to get rid of the bruising a bit, when somebody walked in. And guess who it was, Ms. fucking Benoist. I rolled my eyes and carried on with what I was doing. "Oh my God, Y/N what the hell happened?" She asked with worry in her voice. "Nothing, I just got into a small fight..." I trailed off, like it wasn't a big deal, while continuing with what I was doing as I kept my eyes down, making her draw out a sigh.

"Let me help you with that." She reached for my hand but I flinched away. "How many times do I have to tell you, that I don't need your help?!" I raised my voice at her, my frustration from before boiling over. "Y/N let me help you and lower your voice." I looked her in the eyes and she had a raised eyebrow, her face serious with a hint of softness. Why is that kind of hot? And why am I thinking about stuff like that right now? I don't even like her, like at all...

"Fine whatever." I finally decided, but not without a roll of my eyes. She looked at me with a dorky smile, satisfied with my answer. "You know, you should smile more it suits you." I said to her with a small smile taking over my face. "Well, I could say the same about you for that matter." I rolled my eyes at her again, but now more playfully. "Don't roll your eyes at me. I'm not going to say it again." There we have that scary, stern voice that I'm afraid of.

"God, you're so uptight, it's probably unhealthy. Have you ever tried having fun?" I remarked sarcastically, making her squeeze my bruised hands in return, getting a flinch out of me. "Ou, what the hell? Didn't you want to help me?" I questioned, my face scrunched up in pain. "Well if you're going to be a smartass and have stupid, sarcastic remarks... Somebody has to teach you a lesson." She glared into my eyes making me gulp and avert my eyesight from hers.

Once we arrived to her classroom she took a washcloth and some rubbing alcohol from her drawer. Then she put a bit of the liquid onto the cloth as it sunk into the fibers. "It'll sting a little, okay?" After I nodded she put the cloth to my cracked lip and fuck did that sting. "Fuck!" I loudly groaned. "It's okay Y/N, you're okay." She put her other hand on my cheek, holding it softly as we shared eye contact for what felt like hours. She leaned closer, dropping her hand with the cloth, the tension in the air was palpable, her gaze intense. What is happening? I heard in the back of my mind, making me snap back into reality, my breathing heavier than before. I could hear my heart beating in my ears. "I-I have to go." I said, rapidly standing up before rushing out the door. "Y/N wait!" Ms. Benoist called after me, but I didn't stop, didn't turn around, didn't say anything.

After school
On my way to work I got something small to eat, since I didn't eat anything for a long time now and felt dizzy throughout the day and I didn't wanna pass out at work. I put my headphones on and hummed to the music as Freaks by Surf Curse blasted through my ears, I don't know what I'd do without music.

"Hi Chyler, how was your day?" I greeted her with a smile. I really like Chyler, she's just like my mother - sweet, caring, so kind it's unreal and overall supportive and yeah sure I haven't known her for long, but I feel like she's not the type to put up a front. To me she's like a mother figure in a way.

"Yeah it was pretty great actually, I went out on a date with someone and it went well surprisingly." I raised my eyebrows. "Oh, who's the lucky guy?" "SHE is a woman and I met her yesterday at work and we just kinda clicked, you know. She asked for my number and the rest you can guess." She said with a huge grin on her face, I wish I had that with someone. "I'm really happy for you Chyler. You're literally glowing." I awed, feeling the gleeful energy radiating off her.

"I am. Hey, what happened to your face?" She furrowed her eyebrows pointing at the bruise. Oh shit, I totally forgot to cover that, well whatever, I'm not ashamed. I kicked ass today, well more like balls... "I got into a fight at school, but Ms. Benoist took care of it, so it's fine." As I said that she looked behind me with a smile and said: "Speak of the devil." I turned around, looked at the door and fucking Benoist was walking over to us. "Good afternoon Ms. Benoist. What can I get you today?" I forcefully smiled at her and she must've noticed, since all she was throw daggers at me with her stare. "I got it babe, why don't you take the rest of the day off?" Chyler said noticing the change in atmosphere as I blushed at the pet name. "Are you sure?" I looked at her. "Yeah, go." She confirmed, with a nod.

Chyler's POV
Once Y/N packed her things and left I looked at Melissa with my eyes squinted. "What's up with you two again?" She looked at me with nervous eyes. Something was definitely going on. "N-nothing, did she say something happened?" Mel never stutters so it's not nothing. She's the most composed person I know.

"Melissa, just the fact that you're stumbling over your words, tells me that something's up, so tell me. You know you can talk to me." She was frowning and pouting now. "I know Chy, I just... I don't knowww." She dragged out, shrugging her shoulders. "I know something happened with Y/N, you two are not exactly inconspicuous you know. You're looking at each other like you both wanna kill each other and make out all at once." I looked at her with a knowing look. "How did you know? And what do you mean we're looking at each other like that? What does that even mean?" Does she not know me or something? We're practically sisters.

"Mel, I know you. Now talk." I encouraged her, ignoring her remarks. "Wait, is this about the fight? Y/N told me that you helped her or something. She said you 'took care of it', I quote." She looked down, her hair covering her face. "Yeah well, she had a cut on her lip and bruised knuckles so I helped her, but we got really close and... and we almost kissed, before she ran off. But we weren't even that close to doing it. But definitely close enough for it to not be appropriate." She was still looking down, ashamed I guess as she explained herself to me. "Melissa!" I sream-wispered. "You know you can't do that. And yesterday you told me you didn't even like her!" I said in a hushed voice. "I know, but I just don't know what happened, she was vulnerable and I guess I was in the moment and I wasn't thinking." I sighed shaking my head with a half smile. "Okay, come here." I gave her a comforting hug.

We talked a bit more over some tea and cookies, before she had to go home. She's gonna get herself in trouble.