Matt’s Point Of View:

I watched the clock in Mr. Robinson’s anatomy class impatiently, waiting for the minute hand to click one last time before the lunch bell dismissed the class. I saw the aggravation on his face once he realized his class wasn’t paying any attention, but he deserved it, he shouldn’t be so fucking boring.

Once the bell rang people were practically clawing over each other to be the first one out the door, so I lingered behind casually. Mr. Robinson eyed me carefully as I walked out of the class, like he always did, he acted more like a strict father then a teacher.

I walked out of the class room, and to my locker which was only right down the hall. Zack, Johnny, Jimmy, and Brian were waiting for me impatiently.

“Take your fucking time why don’t you!” Zack joked, tapping me on the back lightly.

“What are you all in such a rush for?” I asked, putting my book into my locker.

I heard Jimmy gasp loudly, appalled that I had forgotten whatever we were planning on ditching for.

“We’re talking to the guy about possibly helping us record a demo remember?” He explained, taking me by my shoulders and leading me toward the back of the school. The gates there were not as supervised as the rest of them, making it extremely easy to leave. Not to mention there was a giant hole in the chain links, so you could just walked out.

We were almost there when I heard a girl’s voice scream for help only a few meters away from where the rest of the group and I had just stopped. My head shot in her direction, only to bear witness to Kevin, a shit head from the football team punch her in the face, causing her head to rebound off the wall and her now limp body to fall to the floor.

I felt the blood run to my face and my heart jump with the adrenaline, I don’t care who you are, you never hit a woman, especially in front of me.

I didn’t even remember taking the strides over to the punk, let alone taking his neck into my hands and slamming his head repeatedly against the brick walls. His eyes were closed and his breath was in short huffs. The guys were yanking me off of him, telling me that I had done enough and that we needed to get out of here before a teacher arrived.

I saw the girl’s limp body in Jimmy’s arms and wondered what we were going to do with her.

“So, what are we doing with this one?” Jimmy asked, as if reading my mind.

“Let’s just take her with us, I’m sure she doesn’t want to be here when she wakes up anyway.” Brian said.

“I think I know her,” I mumbled more to myself then anyone else, “that’s the loner girl in my English class. She doesn’t talk to anyone, and I anytime I see her she’s glued to a book.”

“Yeah I know, she is in my math class,” Jimmy said, “ her name‘s Harper I think.”

“Well,” I sighed rubbing the back of my head, “let’s get going.”

As we were walking Johnny, the youngest and shortest in our group decided to speak of an issue that none of us had thought of until he spoke up.

“Don’t you think this might end a little bad, carrying a passed out girl off school campus. And have any of you thought how she is going to react when she gets up and realizes she’s around a bunch of people she hardly knows, and not know where she is. If I was her I’d flip. Just thought I should point that out.”

“Thank you for pointing that out once we are already in the car!” Jimmy screamed as I started up my ‘69 mustang.

“Well worry about that when we have to.” I huffed, pulling out of the school’s parking lot.