Amorette:

My eyes quickly misted over as Atlanta quickly brought her hand down on my cheek.

She responded to the guy dismissively, "None of your business big boy".

Grotesque.

I heard a deep growl erupt through the hall. I'm hallucinating again.

I'm getting one of those again.

No.

No.

No.

A slideshow of 6th grade passed through my brain. My life as a 10-year-old was good until halfway through the year.

Everest moved to our small town. He was cute, funny, and a charmer and he knew it.

Percy and I would have lunch together every day with the other kids we grew up with. It was fun. The boys would make weird food mixtures with the food, sides, and condiments and challenge others to eat their creations.

But when Everest came, Percy got immediately sucked in. He was at Everest's beck and call, he became popular, he left us all behind.

One by one, he and his new buddies bullied most of the former friend group into transferring schools, or just hiding out in plain sight.

I was the favorite, the target that stuck until freshman year when puberty hit me like a truck and I lost weight.

All of my downhill spirals started with a simple sad spell until Everest had the balls to walk into the girls' bathroom and hit me. Over and over and over again.

I tried to scream, but he covered my mouth. I tried throwing my weight around, but it was no use, my battered body couldn't handle anymore.

I accepted defeat, and I became his punching bag for the next 5 minutes. After he left me on the ground, I shook violently.

Adrenaline coursed through my veins, so I sat up and curled into a ball, rocking back and forth on the dirty, cold tile muttering.

I remember very little apart from the start of the attack, but I do know Everest rose something in my mind that I don't want to see, but I go to it every time I cry.

"LET GO OF HER," a voice boomed.

Oh shit.

I snapped myself out of my trance and turned to face the figure. He stepped forward into a working light, jeez ominous much, and green eyes stared into mine, looking like emerald stones lit on fire with his own anger.

Black hair. Green eyes. Sparkling diamonds reflecting the dull hall light.

Busboy. I have no clue what his name is, therefore, busboy.

My eyes widened, but I smiled.

The pain I felt inside made me smile, the anger at him for stopping my punishment made me laugh.

Warmth filled through my body as footsteps treaded closer and closer.

The hands on my shirt released quickly, and I looked up to see a frightened Atlanta.

I turned toward Bus Boy's direction and found he was standing right next to me, making the back of my head buzz with sparks, happy sparks.

I simply look up with a sore, ever-smiling face and say, "Were you dropped as a child?"

He just looks at me, concerned and slowly replies, "No I don't believe so"

"Then why did you stop her? Should've just let her beat me."

Weirdly enough he tensed at my whispery words. It was true. Everything that comes to me I deserve.

He shook his head slowly, "No, I know that's a lie".

I burst out laughing again. I searched the hall wildly trying to find an item that doesn't exist.

My face went back to being blank, and I tried walking away to my bathroom.

Keyword. Tried.

Warm arms enveloped me, sending shocks and warmth throughout my body.

I giggled quietly and got drowsy. Calm. Normal after an episode, but it never happened this quickly. I practically let myself melt in his arms

I heard a small whimper that kind of sounded like a kicked dog.

Busboy whispered in my ear, "You're important. I promise".

A/N: Growls? Whimpers? Our Amorette here doesn't believe in fairytales or anything. So what if she finds something life-altering? Toodles my lovelies.

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