Geek Transformation.

Chapter 6.

This isn't like him to not do anything to me.

"Here let me help you" he offers.

I raise my eyebrows pushing my glasses up to my face.

What has gotten into this kid?

Does he have a twin brother that I don't know about or something?

He's never been nice to me, in his entire life.

And now you see him in front of me with the biggest smile on his face offering to help me.

Something must've happened to him.

Something isn't right.

I just shrug the feeling away.

I look down and begin to collect my papers that are scattered all over the floor.

However, he's just standing there.

He hasn't bent down to help.

He's just there.

I curiously slowly lift my head to view him creepily smiling down at me.

What in the world is going on here?

Suddenly I feel his sneaker hit hard down on my hand.

Of course!

Just the thing I needed this morning!

Grace how could you be so stupid?

Why didn't you run when you had the chance?

Now you're traped, way to go!

I whimper as his foot moves roughly and slowly crushing my palm against the floor.

"Next time watch where you're going, and don't ever crash one of my parties again you worthless geek" he warns pressing down harder.

I whine in pain as he laughs enjoying my suffering.

I literally can't feel my hand no longer.

"Stop!" I beg.

However, he continues and his laugh just grows louder.

I could yell for help, but the hallways are empty and nobody would want to help the geek of the school.

"Get off her!" a furious voice demands.

After 2.5 seconds my hand was released as he was shoved against a nearby locker.

I starred at my bloody, swollen, injured hand trying my best to hold back the tears.

My finger tips were white from the lack of blood flowing, a long line of blood across my whole hand was dripping onto the floor, and it was slowly turning the color purple.

Why does this happen to me?

Clutching my wrist tightly with my other hand I watch Slade punching Matthew against the lockers.

Matthew tried to defend himself, but Slade was holding onto his shirt collar, blocking his arms with his elbow, and punching Matthew's face with the other.

Matthew had no strength to fight back.

It looked like he was about to pass out.

Once Slade got tired of hitting him, he dropped Matthew onto the floor.

"Don't ever lay a hand on her again!" he warns.

"You got that?" Slade asks loudly.

"When did you become the nice guy? Why are you defending the geek?" Matthew questions trying to stand up.