5. Noah

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Soft whispers was what woke me from my slumber and I clenched my eyes instantly regretted it when I felt a shooting pain on my left eye.

"The police have already been contacted as well as their parents," one of the voices said making me frown, "Nurse Emily said that once Noah wakes that he can head home."

"It had to come to my son getting beaten half to death by those boys for you to do something about his bullying, didn't it, Mr. Gomez?" I blinked at my Dad's voice and blinked my eyes open only to hiss at the brightness of the room, "Ez, lower the lights."

"Noah. Sweetie?" Papa's soothing voice whispered before I saw his face hover over mine. "how are you feeling?"

"Like I was beaten to a bloody pulp," I replied and he gave me a soft smile before leaning down and pressing a kiss to my forehead.

"We'll be heading home soon, just hang in there," he murmured and I nodded not really wanting to be in the school any longer. "We will be pressing charges against those boys."

"We apologize Mr. Rivers," the principal said but Dad cut him a withering glare, "Noah hasn't spoken up about the repeated bullying he's been subjected to by his peers."

"There has been numerous complaints from him and his friends but nothing has been done in order to make sure he isn't harassed by those boys that have been tormenting Noah since his sophomore year." Papa said, "like Ryan has stated, was him getting beaten near death for you to finally do something about it?"

"Please don't press charges on them it'll ruin their clean—"

"NOT PRESS CHARGES? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? THEY NEARLY KILLED HIM FOR FUCKS SAKES!" Dad yelled now completely done being polite with the principal who looked taken aback by his sudden outburst, "I don't give a fuck about their clean records being ruined, they ruined it themselves when they decided to be homophobic pieces of shit and beat my son half to death and had it not been for that boy, Ethan, and his friends who stopped the assault we wouldn't even be speaking with you right now but sitting in a hospital chair waiting for Noah to wake up because his injuries would have been much worse."

"They're good boys," Principal Gomez said trying to calm my Dad who was practically shaking with how angry he was, "I can talk with them and tell them that what they did was wrong and that their actions have consequences but please don't press charges against them."

"Again, I don't give a fuck if they're the Queen of England's grandchildren, and as you said, they will face the consequences for their actions in front of a courtroom." Dad said with finality that had Principal Gomez clamping his mouth shut, "and I will see that they're sentenced to many years because what they did was a hate crime against Noah."

"Mr. Rivers, please, rec—"

"Let's go, Noah. Ezra grab his backpack," Dad said cutting the older male off, "I'm sure your friends will grab your work from your classes so you don't stay behind while you recover at home." I nodded and with his help, I sat up and put my shoes on before slowly getting off the bed in the nurse's office.

"Noah will return once we know those boys will no longer be a threat to his safety," Dad said before we left the room.

The halls were crowded by students that no doubt had heard what had happened in the nurses office. I felt my face heat up with a blush as they stared at me—well technically they were staring at Dad and Papa—as I was led to the exit.

"Noah!" I looked up at the sound of my name and saw Andrew rushing towards us with the rest of our friends including the boy that saved me earlier. Now that I had the chance to get a good look at him, I could see that he was tall—as tall as Andrew at 6 feet, with dark brown hair and matching dark eyes. He had a sharp jaw line with lean muscles. He wore a white v-neck shirt and black skinny jeans that showed off his fit figure. And to top it all he wore black and white Nike shoes. "What are you all looking at? Get going!"

I rolled my eyes as the students practically scattered away from the hall leaving Dad, Papa, Andrew, our friends, the stranger from this morning, and myself. Mr. Gomez had gone to his office to most likely prepare for when the police arrive because I have no doubt Dad had already called them while I was asleep.

"Hey," I said once they reached us.

"You look like shit," he commented making me roll my eyes.

"Thanks," I deadpanned making him smirk before it was replaced with a frown and I sighed.

"I swear once I get my hands on those as-"

"You will not be fighting them, Andrew." I said cutting him off and he narrowed his eyes but before he could say anything Dad intervened.

"The police will be dealing with them accordingly," he stated and Andrew blinked before looking at me as if asking if it was true.

"Does he ever lie?" I asked in reply.

"I suppose not," he relented, "um, I'll grab your work from Mr. Avery, and Miss Jones' classes before I leave and I'm sure the others will do the same."

"We sure will," Levi said and the girls nodded along with the new kid—because thats what he was since I've never seen him at school before until this morning.

"You must be Ethan?" Papa asked the stranger who blinked at being spoken to but quickly nodded as a reply. "Thank you for stepping in and helping Noah."

The boy, Ethan, scratched the back of his neck and gave a small smile. "It's what any normal person should do seeing a person getting beaten," he then frowned, "which surprises me seeing as how people are in this school that none had stepped forward to help."

"That's because he's never alone," Liam said and Ethan nodded, "I really do hope that those assholes get expelled and their clean records tarnished for what they did to you."

"We'll make sure that happens," Dad said before looking down at me. "We should be heading home, Noah needs to rest in order for his wounds to heal."

Andrew and the others nodded before they each —aside of Ethan—gave me a gentle hug and wished me a speedy recovery before the three of us left the school and got into Dad's car and drove home.

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