Awkward + Girl

Chapter 15

Dylan's POV:

Finally, I get my locker open, the darn thing always gets stuck. I grab my Biology book and binder and shove the rest of my stuff in my locker. 

I'm actually going to be on time today. Cool. 

As I was finishing up in my locker, somebody slammed it shut. I look up and see Brian glaring at me.

"I'm just-"

"Come on, Wright," he says, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me down the halls.

"Look, I don't know-"

"Shut up," he says shoving me forward.

Oh, no, no, no. Not again...

He shoves open the bathroom door and shoves me in.

He grabs my bag and throws it to the other side of the room.

"Look, I don't-"

"Save it, this is your fault," he says, shoving me backwards, making me stumble on my feet.

"What?" I nervously ask, backing up.

"Here," he said punching my hard in the gut.

I lurched over, holding my stomach.

"Apparently, my little lesson yesterday didn't stick," he said punching me again, making me groan in pain.

"Get up," he said pulling me up from my leaned over self.

"Watcha gonna do? Huh?" he said, lifting his fist, making me flinch back.

"Two for flinching," He said punching me in the jaw, sending me reeling.

He grabbed my shoulder and, punched me again in the gut. 

He took a few steps back and stood there looking at me leaning on my knees, moaning in pain.

"This is your fault, buddy," he said as he quickly ran at me and threw me against the wall, my head hitting it.

I slowly started sinking against the wall, my vision fading out.

"Come here, punk," he growled out, pulling me up by my shirt. 

"Oh no, no passing out yet," he said as he shoved my head under the sink, turning on the freezing cold water.

He pulled me out of the water and glared into my eyes, "Obviously, these little chats we're having don't stick, I'll have to do something more..."

"Wh- why?" I slurred out.

"Why? Because it's your fault! You made Emma break up with me!" he shouted in my face.

"I didn't-" I mumbled out, but as I was saying that, Brian's eyes lit up.

He dragged me behind him as he kicked a stall door in.

He kicked the backs of my knees, making me kneel in front of the toilet.

"You're going to stick your fingers down your throat," he said into my ear.

"N-no," I stumbled out, looking up at him, begging him with my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah you are, and then you're going to go home sick, and stay out of my school," he said, shoving my face closer to the toilet.

"I'm- I'm not..."

He grabbed my arm, and started shoving it down my throat.

Panic raging through me,I tried to get away, struggling against his grip, but he was too strong. He held me under control as I tried to escape. He stood against my struggles like they were nothing.

He shoved my arm farther, and suddenly I felt bile rising in my throat.

He must have seen it in my eyes, because he let go, and I emptied my stomach into the toilet.

I sat there, coughing, my eyes watering.

He stood behind me laughing, then he kicked me over.

I wheezed there, groaning. He reached over me and flushed the toilet, all signs of our tussle being washed away.

He turned around, "Nice chat," he said, then he strutted out of the bathroom.

I let out a groan, and tried to push myself up. My arms were shaking as I pulled myself up into a sitting position. Everything hurts... 

I slowly, pulled myself up to my feet, shaking, and leaned on the stall walls. I tried to catch my breath that was out of control. Then, my legs gave out from under me and I fell back down onto the floor.