“Look, if it isn’t my favorite dyke.” He growled menacingly. “Get the hell away from me, Aiden.” I growled back. I wasn’t about to get pushed around by some ass that just ruined my prom night and then managed to ruin my relationship with Carmen. He shoved me into the lockers roughly. “Oh really, Sencer. Why don’t you make me. I don’t see what’s so special bout you anyhow. You girlfriend stealing whore-“ I kneed him in the balls right then, cutting his sentence short. “Aghh!! Bitch!” he roared, shoving me again and moving his fist back to punch me. Oh crap. This is when I wish Glen was here. Or Clay. However, neither them can possibly be at school anymore to save me. I braced myself for some serious pain when I was suddenly shoved right before Aiden pulled his fist forward. He missed me. But I still heard the sickening sound of a fist hitting flesh though. I turned around. What? ASHLEY? Shit. No. Aiden has missed me and punched her instead. The bastard! Ashley had blood spouting out of her nose, and she had fallen to the ground in a crumpled heap. No. Not my Ashley. “Ashley!” I screamed. I scrambled over to her and held her up in my arms. “Ashley?” I said, shaking her slightly. Nothing. She was out cold. Blood still was dirpping down her chin and onto her shirt. Fuck. “Oh my god, someone get help!” I yelled. “Aiden, I swear, I’ll kill you.” I threatened. “You did this to her.” “I didn’t mean to- she got in the way!” “You better hope she’s gonna be okay. For your sake.”

                Chelsea got the teacher to call an ambulance, and the paramedics let me go with them to the hospital , since I knew Ashley’s mother (well kinda) and where she lived, and what had just happened. It was a really long wait outside of the ER. They said she’d probably be fine though, since it was just a punch, not a bullet or anything. It just scared me though. The last time I’d been at the hospital was when they pronounced Clay dead. I sat there, waiting for them for to bring her out and tell me she’d be okay, and what injuries she suffered. I was pretty sure she had suffered a broken nose, at least. I stared down at my feet. I noticed I had spots of Ashley’s blood on my clothing.  Come on, bring Ashley out of there. I hoped she was conscious again. I had so much to say to her…