~Kyle~5/29~

“Dude, look,” Jamie whispered excitedly. I smirked and peered around the corner.

It was lunch; everyone was outside, talking in cheer. But Aiden was trying to talk to Aneira, which wasn’t out of the ordinary. What was out of the ordinary was the fact that Aneira was actually responding. Aiden’s attempts to get with her were usually discarded with a sweet and simple, “Who are you?”

Aneira had long fiery red hair, and clear as day blue eyes. With a small nose and long legs, she topped herself off. Aiden had cropped brown hair and brown eyes, wearing the same baggy khaki pants as all the other guys in school. And Aneira was wearing the white dress shirt, sleeves rolled all the way up, sweater tied around her tiny waist, and the mandatory red and black plaid skirt, rolled up, showing more than four inches of exceptional thigh.

I looked away with a short chuckle and went back to looking down on the football field. Jamie hit me on the shoulder with the back of his hand a series of times. I sighed and looked around the corner. Now they were kissing, great sight to see…

But I was happy for Aiden; he only had one girlfriend before. Despite myself I lingered, remembering for him. Jamie was getting excited; I was just enjoying the view. His hand went to her face, but Aneira pulled away, blood running down her cheek and over her lips.

Her fingers brushed her lips and she looked at the blood. Running down Aiden’s nose was a straight stream of blood, which led to a mess on his lips.

“What the…” She trailed off, unsure with her words.

“Aw, Aneira, I’m so sorry, I—”

“Don’t. Say. Anything,” she said, holding up a finger, “I have to get to class.” She sighed, wiping her lips clean of blood, her expression disgusted. I laughed as she pushed Jamie and me out of the way. I turned around and watched her walk away, mumbling in a fit to herself.

“The last time I ever talk to a sophomore!” I caught before I turned back to Aiden. His nose was still trailing the bright red liquid, and he looked angry with himself.

“Strike out, man,” Jamie grinned, patting Aiden on the back. He wasn’t looking too hot, he looked green, and he was trembling. Aiden slapped Jamie’s hand away and pushed him against the wall. Jamie’s small frame was shaking.

“Man, I was just playin,” he stuttered. Aiden was a year older, and nearly a foot taller than Jamie, I wasn’t going to just stand there.

“Hey dude, he was kiddin, just chill out.” I said, pulling him away from Jamie. Aiden grabbed my hand and pushed me back, my feet skidding all the way to the edge of the metal bleacher. I staggered back and looked at Aiden. The blood has stopped flowing but stained his mouth, his eyes were glowing with rage.

“Aiden, man, get off me!” I pushed him back and I panicked to catch my balance and watched as Aiden gave us a last look before he walked away, his back hunched and his fists clenched. I looked at Jamie and he pushed himself away from the wall.

“What was that about?” He asked his mousy voice still shaky. I shook my head as I watched him stomp down the bleachers, onto the football field.

“I don’t know, but he didn’t look too good.”