Part 2- A sad way to meet

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by II_Paper

by II_Paper

(A/N Blood warning, that's all I'm gonna say)

Papers POV:
We just got dismissed from Chemistry to go to lunch. I was walking down the hallway when I bumped into someone. "Hey! Watch where you're going!" The person said to me. Their voice sounds familiar, but I can't put my finger on who it is. "S-Sorry" I reply. I look up to see who the person is. Trophy. He has golden yellow hair, and he wears a leather jacket over a orange shirt. He Goes to this College too?!? No no no no no.... this isn't good... "Well well well, look who it is. Paper Looseleaf. I would suggest giving me your lunch money, unless you want A beating." Said Trophy. I don't want to get beaten up... but I don't want to starve either... he's not getting my money. I start to run away, but Trophy tackles me to the ground. Pain shoots through my body as Trophy, who is much bigger than me, squishes me. He gets off me and picks me up by the collar of my sweater. I can't breathe. With his other hand, he starts punching me. I want to scream, but no sound is coming out. Someone please help me.

OJ's POV:
It's lunch time, aww yeah! I'm so hungry right now! Me, Pickel and Bomb walk towards the exit so we can go eat. But when we turn the corner, I can't believe what I saw. Someone was beating up this really short boy! Bomb took you his phone and started recording the scene. The bully threw the kid against the wall and walked away. "Guys we gotta help him" I said. "Y-Y-Y-Yeah!" Bomb said. Bomb has a speech impediment. We ran up to the albino. He had a nosebleed, and his lip was bleeding too. He was beat up pretty badly, he is unconscious too. Poor guy. "We gotta take him to the nurse!" Said Pickle. "Right" I said. I picked up the kid and we started running to the nurses office.

Paper's POV:
I woke up in some guys arms. My head was pounding, and I was in pain. The boy carrying me was pretty hot- PAPER NO. DON'T THINK THOSE THINGS- the guy carrying me looked at me and said "You're awake! Thank god! We are taking you to the nurse because you got beat up." "Thank you" I said quietly, my voice hurt, probably because I was getting suffocated by Trophy. The guy nods as an answer. He had bright orange hair and wore a darker orange hoodie. We are getting close to the nurses office.

Pickles POV:
(Bet you didn't expect a POV from Pickle!)
We rushed into the nurses office, and OJ set the albino down on a chair and sat next to him. Bomb sat next to OJ and I went to go explain to the nurse what happened. After I explained what happened the nurse and I ran to the others.

OJ's POV:
I'm really worried for the boy sitting next to me. Wait... shoot I don't know his name! Stupid OJ! I mentally scolded myself. "So, what's your name?" I asked the boy. "My name is Paper, Paper Looseleaf, and you?" The boy answered. "My name is OJ Citrus" I replied. Pickle and the Nurse came running towards us, and Paper went with the nurse to get patched up. The rest of us stayed here. I hope he'll be okay.

Paper's POV:
I went with the nurse, she told me that my right wrist was broken. That's not good at all! Especially since I write with my right hand. Ugh, I hate Trophy so much. She wrapped up my wrist. I used some tissues to clean the blood off my face from the nose and lip bleed. The nurse sent me back to the others and OJ ran up to me. "Are you ok?" He asked me. Aww, he's worried for me! "I'm feeling a bit better, but my wrist is broken..."

OJ's POV:
"... but my wrist is broken" he said. My eyes widened. His wrist is broken?!? Oh my gosh. "Oh no! I'm so sorry!" I said, then I hugged him. He was a bit surprised at first but hugged back. I broke the hug after a little while. "Hey, do you want to have lunch with us?" I asked. He smiled. "Sure! I would love to!" God he's so adorable. "Okay! Let's go!" Me, Paper, Pickle, and Bomb went to lunch at a nearby Café. It was nice! We all got to know Paper better, and he got to know us better. Me, Pickle and Bomb are a lot taller than Paper, but Paper is still our age. He's pretty cool. The bell rang and we had to go to our next class. I have economics, with Pickle. Bomb has History. Paper has a free period, and went to his dormitory to rest. I hope he gets better soon.

(Word count: 832
Another chapter, yay! Hope you guys enjoy!)