Israel

The blow sent pain coursing through my body. It was a sharp, brutal pain. And it was only fueled by anger. When my vision came back, I saw Olivia, just standing there, a look of horror on her face. In a failed attempt, I charged at her. If Leo hadn’t held me back, I would have probably killed her.

“You stupid-I swear to god, punch me again, I *dare* you!,” I screamed at her. Slowly, a warm liquid flowed out of my nose. I wipe my nose to see the red colored blood smeared across my hand. My body began to tremble with anger.

A few minutes after the scum bag punched my nose, our school’s police officer, a woman with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, ran over.

“What happened?,” she cried in desperation. Even with Leo restraining me, I pointed a bloody finger at Olivia.

“It was her, she punched me, and now it’s my turn!,” I exclaimed. I probably shouldn’t have said that in front of a cop, but I was pissed.

“Hold on, Israel, just calm down,” the officer soothed.

“I wont calm down!,” I yelled. “I would like to see you try and punch me again, just do it!” Now, the officer was having to push me away from Olivia, with the help of Leo. Once I had been pushed away from the freshman lockers and back towards the gymnasium, the officer went back to Olivia, I assumed, leaving me and Leo alone in the hall.

“Israel, what the hell was that?,” Leo asked. That was the first time I ever heard him curse.

“Number one, she punched me, number two, she asked you out!,” I exclaimed in desperation.

“And why does her asking me out bother you so much?,” Leo asked. His tone was desperate, but also panicked. Was I really that scary? I pressed my lips together.

“…no reason, she’s just…well, a player, pick me girl, etc.,” I muttered quickly. “I don’t want you to get hurt.” Leo’s blank face told me everything I needed to know.

“Israel Gonzalez,” he said in a demanding, yet lose tone. “Did you actually think I would go on a date her?” The truth? I knew Leo on paper. I didn’t know what he feels, or who he likes, only the basic stuff about his past. Not who he is today.

“I honestly don’t know what to think,” I murmured, rubbing the back of my neck.

“Well, honestly, neither do I,” Leo agreed. “So, why don’t you just calm down, and first explain what the deal is with you and Olivia.” I nodded, slowly inhaling and exhaling.

“Okay,” I said confidently, and then began my story.

(Side note: I’m sorry that I’m cutting it off right here. Israel’s story with Olivia was too long for me to include, so I’ll just do a part 2, which I am working on as we speak)