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Chapter 9 Douche-bag from highschool

(I do not own the base, but I do own the speed-paint)

*John POV*

I felt bad for leaving him to be alone like that. I hope he'll be okay...

(by the way the reason there's no chapter 8 is because every-time I would click to make a new part, it would say like untitled part 6 when it was part five, so yeah and it was giving me O.C.D. so I had to change it...)

I was riding my bike thinking about Alex, not really paying attention. I didn't even notice that my bike was slowly sliding too close to the sidewalk. 

I was staring blankly at the road, not straight ahead, like the part of the road that was always like a yard and a half away. Still worrying about Alex, I snapped out of it when I felt myself be ripped off my bike and I tripped backward on the grass next to the sidewalk.

I looked up from rubbing my ankle and saw my bike riding away but then fell in a few seconds.

"What the f*ck" I whispered to myself in a raspy but annoyed voice, as I was still looking at my bike. I heard a voice from behind me, "need some help?" the male voice asked. I looked up to see a familiar face, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. (That's a metaphor.) 

He offered his hand and I took it, he helped me up to my feet, "do I know you from somewhere?" I asked him, meaning to say it in my head. "MMmm," the man shrugged, "I mean you kind of look familiar too," the man replied. "...So uuh, do you know what happened, like did I run over a rock or something?" I asked the fluffy haired man...(You guessed it, it was Thomas Jefferson.)

"Oh actually I grabbed you off," He casually replied. I looked at him in shock, my eyes wide like the full moon. I mean...It DID feel like an arm wrapped around me when I was swooped off. 'Well no freaking wonder..(sigh) another creep,' I actually was starting to recognize him now. "OH! You're that douche bag of a man Thomas Jefferson from spring-valley aren't you?" I said with a fake smile, in my voice he could probably tell that I was annoyed.

"Haha, no wonder you literally almost killed me, HAHA!" I said in a sarcastic happy tone. 

"heh," Thomas stepped closer to me, towering over me by a foot and two inches. "T-Thomas I have no time for this I have to get to work," I said starting to back away, "You know," he said, inching closer to me as I was backing away every-time he got closer,  "I never really knew if you were a girl or a boy, mind telling me?" He asked, I just kept moving backward slowly and he just kept moving forward slowly. 

"That information is irrelevant..." I replied to him, stopping as I looked down with only my eyes, not my head.

I guess he wasn't satisfied with my answer because he grabbed both my arms, and held them behind my back.

 "Wrong answer kid.."

"I'M NOT A KID JEFFERS-arrggg,"  The pain of him holding my arms behind my back stopped me from saying his name. "(Grunt) I'm 20 years old now LET ME GO!" I demanded. "Not until you answer my question, or else I'm going to beat you up no matter WHAT your gender is, oh and FYI, you still look 16! Especially because you're still tiny and weak" Thomas yelled.

"Thomas I barely know you! I wasn't even one of your targets in Spring Valley!" I yelled back.

(Spring Valley High School is a school I found when I searched: High schools in South Carolina.)

"Uh-huh, listen, kid, I've been curious about your gender for years, It's not that hard to tell me!" said Thomas. "IT'S NOT THAT HARD TO LEARN SOCIAL RESPECT!" I roasted him. I also kicked him in the shin and I head-butted him. "OW! MY NOSE!" Thomas screamed in agony.

The back of my head kind of hurt, but it was worth it since he finally let me go. Just to give you an imagination, my bike was on my right when I fell, and I was on the right side of the road, and when he grabbed my arms and put them behind my back, our backs were facing my bike, (I mean it was kind of important for the next part.)

I spun around to the side of him, he tried to reach out and grab me again but I pushed his arm above me and went under it, then I darted towards my bike.

He started chasing after me, but then I had an Idea, "GET BACK HERE YOU BRAT!" I heard him yell.  When I was close enough to my bike, I stopped, spun around and shoved Thomas onto the floor. "ACK!" Thomas grunted while he was down it gave me time to get on my bike and get it going.

By the time I finally started pushing the pedals, Thomas was right behind me. He tried to grab me but all he got was a strand of my hair. "OW!" I screamed as Thomas pulled out some of my hairs. 

'(sigh) can't I have a normal day for once, I mean come on God, give me a break.' 

"(growl) next time I'm bringing Alex with me...and I'm walking!" I said through my angry gritting teeth.

'You know...maybe I should get a car, and then I should quit this hell hole of a job...'