Fragile Bones

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter dedicated to @schoolgirlsoudra for all the engagement!

And a Happy Birthday to @imtryingtosleep_ !

I watched as Asher turned on his heel and stormed down the hallway, presumably to go find Spencer. I ran after after him, trying to grab his arm to stop him but he kept pulling it away from me. I had never seen him this mad in all the time I've known him. Not after he was mad at me for almost breaking his car, or after Spencer told him that rumor about me, or anything. I didn't exactly understand why he was so angry over this; it was almost like he was protective of me. Then again, hearing anyone say they were nearly assaulted would make someone mad I suppose.

"Asher where are you going? What are you doing?" I rushed out, still jogging behind him. My sweatshirt dropped off my waist and landed on the dirty floor. I had honestly forgotten I tied it there at Spencer's request. I bent down to pick it up, Asher giving me a glance over his shoulder, but not stopping his movement.

"Room 211," he responded curtly, turning around the corner to walk up a flight of stairs. I continued to hurry after him, praying that he wouldn't do anything to make a scene. I grabbed onto his hand but he shook me off. I knew I wasn't strong enough to actually physically restrict him from doing anything he wanted to.

"You didn't answer the second part of what I said," I breathed out, already feeling tired from keeping up with his fast walking. He ignored me and swung open a door to our right. I glanced at the number next to it which read 211. I think it was a history room of some kind, but I had never had a class there.

Since Asher opened the door hard enough it hit the wall and stayed open and I watched in horror at the doorway as he walked down the aisle to where Spencer was sitting. All eyes were focused on those two as Asher leaned over him in his seat. Even the teacher, although bewildered, remained silent, probably because he had no idea what to say. Next thing I knew, Asher had gripped onto the front of Spencer's shirt and punched him right in the face. The class erupted in roars, everyone jumping up out of their seats to circle around the pair, cheering and shouting. I couldn't see much from where I was standing, but something propelled me forward so I could see better. Maybe it was curiosity, or maybe just the fact I really wanted to see Spencer get annihilated, but I could myself on the inside of the circle, with a perfect view of the fight, if you could even call it that.

Asher was kneeling over Spencer and continuously ramming his fist into his face, with absolutely no consideration for the consequences. He had a couple bruises forming on his face, but it now appeared to be very one-sided. Blood was dripping onto the floor, and I think he might have broken Spencer's nose. The teacher tried to push his way through but students were blocking his path. I watched him run over to the phone and call someone, probably security. My eyes slid back over to Asher who had ceased his hitting, perhaps realizing how much damage he had already caused. I stared with wide eyes as he looked back over to me, a couple blood splatters adorning his face.

"Alright, break it up everyone!" A man yelled, walking through the doorway and pushing everyone out of the way. I noticed Asher glance at the window, and for a second I thought he might actually jump out of it to get away but he stayed rooted to his position on the ground. The security guard grabbed his arm and jerked him up and away from Spencer, who was cradling his nose and wincing in pain. Looking between the two of them, I wondered how my life had ended up here. Two people getting into a fight over me, someone who certainly wasn't worth any of the trouble. Asher could be suspended, or possibly even expelled for this.

I found it all too much to handle, and next thing I knew everything went black.

•••

I woke up in the nurses office.