Unexpected Flutter

Scene Three: "Why are you doing this?"

          "Well, yeah. It happens all the time, so I'm used to it. There's really no need to get so worked up over such a little thing."
I could feel my nails sinking into my palms from clenching my fist too tight. I was fuming. I hate people who beat up their children for no good reason.
"This is not just a little thing. Look at your body! It's too frail to go through something like this regularly!"
She frowned.
"Hey! You don't know that! Do I have to flex so you can see?"
She tried her best to flex her abs (and I did see them) until she let out an "ow!" from agitating the her bruise in the process.
"Dang it, maybe I shouldn't have done that."
"See? I was damn right. Come in, I'll take you to the nurse's office."
"What?! No! I can't let anyone know that this kind of thing happens to me. Absolutely no one," she said as she swiftly stood up and grabbed me by the collar.
"Alright, alright. You still haven't answered my question though."
"...I can't tell you."
I let out a grunt of frustration and said "are you kidding me? This is not the time to be all secretive. I already found out this happens to you, and someone else knowing who does this shit to you matters that much?"
She nodded.
"Oh, but it wasn't Hannah who did this to me. I pinky swear," she said as she held up her pinky.
"Whatever. I'll take your word for it. Are you sure you can take care of something like that on your own?"
She nodded again.
"Alright then. Let's go back to class."
At 12:30 p.m. in the drama room.
"Well class, today we'll be making our groups, which will demonstrate the plays we'll be doing in this semester. Remember, these groups will be permanent for the rest of the semester."
March eyed me as I mouthed what? With his hands, he beckoned me to come closer. I sat next to him with a very confused face.
"Did you decide on your group yet?" he asked very curiously, almost as if he was actually interested.
"I don't know if you can tell, Mr. Popular, but I have no friends in this class. Actually, I don't have a single friend in this school. Yet."
He shook his head.
"You should be in my group then."
The room went silent.
"Why are they looking at us like that," I asked.
He shrugged. "Haven't a clue."
After that.
"Alright class, we'll be doing Romeo and Juliet for now. We'll also be performing it in the Winter Play, which will mean that since not all of you are robots and can remember a whole book, we will only be doing 4 scenes. Each group will perform in front of me, and the best group will be a chance to perform the two scenes at the Winter Play. Of course, we will be doing both the scenes where Juliet and Romeo meet and fall in love, then where Juliet is on a balcony and Romeo accidentally hears her confessing her love, Romeo committing suicide after being deceived that Juliet is dead, and finally, Juliet awakening from her slumber and killing herself upon finding out that Romeo had died right next to her, from drinking poison from a vial."
Everyone looked at each other in a sort of... "ok, I guess that's what happening" sort of way. One of them even shouted "wow, that escalated quickly." He got after school detention.
We'd taken in 3 other people, who were all other really handsome guys. One of them was the blond kid I remember was kissing March last time. I think his name was Mark. He introduced himself to me while we were taking March to the infirmary. The next one seemed like a pretty narcissistic man with gelled brown hair and a large, fit figure, and he seemed pretty big and strong. Finally, there was a frail looking guy with blazing hot pink hair. He was so pretty I'd probably think he was a girl without my glasses. He also was exuding the most 'I'm gay' aura that I've ever seen in my life.
"Um... I kinda want to ask but... who are these people?"
"Oh, them?" March said, sporting a small chuckle at the end. "They're my gang. Oh, and if you're wondering, they're all mine."
He pulled the red haired boy close to him and started making out with him passionately. The other guy with the brown hair and fit body seemed to really enjoy it. Like, maybe a little too much.
"Okay okay. I get it. You're gay. No need to flaunt it."
"But there is a need, little girl," the red haired boy said after March pulled away from him, and while shaking his finger at me. "By the way, I'm Lauren. The macho man is Brent, and the blondie is Mark."
I nodded softly, feeling quite insecure in front of the man in front of me with the most dazzling presence.
"By the way, you must be really special. March never invites girls into his groups. Wait, let me guess... you're his sister!"
March seemed a little disgusted. "Actually, she's my-"
"Well, we don't need to know who she is. The most important question is, who is going to be Romeo and Juliet? I vote for Lauren and March," Brent said as he slapped March's and Lauren's back.
"I think so too. I mean, no one else in this group is as beautiful as me to play Juliet, and no one is as smoking hot as March to play Romeo."
I looked to Mark. "How about you, Mark? Who do you want to be?"
He paused for a moment.
"Um... I was actually thinking that maybe I could play as Juliet?"
"Come on, Juliet is nothing like a pussy. And you're a complete pussy," Lauren said menacingly. He changed his tone to a high cutesy voice when he'd asked March.
"So who do you think should be Juliet? The decision is yours," he said sweetly as he pushed his body against him.
"Hey girly, who do you want to be?"
I looked at March in surprise. He was asking me? Well, it's not like he'd actually assign me to the character I actually want to be... but I told him anyways.
"Hey, I have a name, you know! It's Elise. And, I actually kind of want to be Juliet. Well, because I really admire her. Not that I want to kiss you though! I know it'll be fake anyways. But I guess you won't pick me anywa-"
"Alright then, that decides it."
"You're going to pick me as Juliet, right? Oh Mar, you're so swee-"
"Girly will be Juliet, and I'll be Romeo."
In unison, everyone in our group said "what!?"
"Fuck, you're all going to break my eardrums. What's the big deal? By the way, girly. I will kiss you. If you don't want to be kissed more than being Juliet, I advise you to step out. So what will it be?"
I was about to speak, when Lauren spoke instead.
"Um, this is a big deal. And why her of all people? You could've chosen anyone of us and it'd still be better than her."
March made this weird nasal sound right after Lauren finished his little fit. Maybe he was trying to reenact a buzzer sound or something?
"You just breeched my regulation. If someone else speaks for you, you're not allowed to make a decision when I give you one. So I guess that makes it official. I'll be playing Romeo, girly will be playing Juliet, Lauren will be playing Mercutio, Brent will be Capulet and Friar Lawrence and Mark will be the serving man and Paris."
I noticed Lauren kind of sulking, and I wanted to comfort him. So I was about to put my hand on his shoulder, when suddenly, he just slapped it away.
"Don't touch me, you bitch. I can't stand being touched by girls. Just leave me the fuck alone."
"Excuse me?! I'll have you know that you, as a homosexual, have nor right to say such nasty things!"
"Oh, so you're a homophobic too? Seriously, what does March see in such a worthless person in you?"
Then, he got up and raised his hand at me. Before he could slap me, I grabbed his wrist.
"Hey, what are you do-"
BAM.
Right there and then, I slapped him. And hard. I was caught up in the moment, and Lauren was starting to infuriate me like no other. Did he have to be so selfish? At this point, I might've wanted to give up the part of Juliet so this could just all stop.
Lauren fell to the floor, tears in his eyes.
"Why are you doing this? To me? Why do you have to be so mean to me? I did nothing to you."
"Oh, would you quit it. Stop trying to make yourself look like the victim. You were the one who—"
Then, I saw it.
Everyone was looking at me. Like I was a piece of dirt. Then I noticed something. Before Lauren could even lunge his hand forward to slap me, I saw what he was doing so I pinned his hand to the wall. Since we were in the corner and no one was behind us, it only looked like I was pinning him against the wall, and then I slapped him, for no reason. So that would make me look like the bully.
I slid down the wall and fell on my knees. There goes my chance at making friends.
"How could you do that?!" Brent exclaimed when he was about to punch me. As his fist was about to make contact with my stomach, March stopped him from doing so.
"That's enough. Everyone, out. Now."
Then, the teacher said "Leveque, class has another 5 minutes to g-"
"I said, everyone out. Now."
And with that, everyone went out. Including March. I followed behind him, trying to tell him that I wasn't the one who instigated the fight.
"March, wait! I know it seemed like I started the whole thing for no good reason but I swear I didn't. I'm not trying to sound like I'm making excuses but-"
"Shut up, girly. I don't want to hear another word from you. I've had enough for today," he said tiredly, without even turning his head around.
"Fine! There's no point trying to tell you what really happened anyway! I don't care what you think of me at all! You're just some homosexual. Why should I care about you?" I shouted across the hall. By the time I was finished, he was already gone.
After school, 3:00 p.m.
          After business class, I was done with the day. March didn't look at me at all. Usually, he'd just stare. It didn't seem to have any meaning around it, he'd just stare. But this time, he just stared out his window while fidgeting with his pencil. He'd sneak some glances at me occasionally... but I wasn't sure. They always aligned with when the teacher would come near me.
"Deep in thought, bitch?"
I know that voice. It's Hannah. Again.
"Yeah, sure. What are you going to do to me today? Really though, why are you doing this? Is March that big of a deal to you?"
Hannah smirked.
"Come out big boy," she said, as one of her fingers beckoned a large stocky middle aged man to come out.
"You'll see. But one thing's for sure. You definitely won't be feeling pure after this."