"Watch where you're going pea-brain!"
I fell to the ground, tripping over Mark McLean's foot. My books scattered all around me. Mark and his large group of sidekicks laughed their heads off. I simply picked up my books and brought myself back to my feet.
"Oh, you thought we're done ya? Well, you thought wrong pea-brain!" he said as he yanked my shoulder back. I fell back to the ground, hard. My eyebrows furrowed and my eyes turned to slits.

'Just ignore them Aly. They just want attention. Don't give it to them,' I remembered Zayn telling me this a few months ago when I had told him about the bullying. He was outraged. He insisted on coming to my school and 'teaching those losers a lesson..' But I told him I could handle it. I shouldn't have told him that. Zayn only wanted the best for me and I had refused his help. Now I was stuck getting bullied for the rest of my life. I would just have to embrace it and keep moving on with my life.

I got back up.
"Where do you think you're going?" Mark said. I felt his hand on my back. His fierce grip thrusting me. I felt my head hit the ground. I felt the rush of pain as my skull contacted the ground. I saw a slick sneer spread across his face. I felt the bottom of his shoe scrunch my nose. His grin grew wider. My sight grew darker. For some odd reason, his smile disappeared. What happened? The last thing I saw was the concerned face of a teacher knelt over me. It all turned black.

----- A Few Hours Later -----
I woke up to a sharp pain behind my eyes. I blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, before I realized I was in the infirmary. The nurse was sitting at her desk a few feet away from where I was laying on the hospital bed. I sat up. My head ached. I rubbed the back of my head with my palm. It all came back to me. Mark McLean... tripping... pea-brain... pushing... hitting head... blacking out... everything.

"Oh, you're up. Good. So you're fine, overall. You had quite a blow on your head. Don't worry, nothing too serious. If it weren't for that sweetie, Mark and his friends, you would have been in the bathroom, unconscious for the rest of the day... maybe more... Just go home and rest. Ok sweetheart?" The nurse said. Woah... wait a second. Did she say... bathroom? Unconscious in the bathroom? What was she talking about?

"Um, what are you talking about?" I asked, utterly confused.
"You must have lost your memory. It'll come back to you. No need to worry. You may leave now," she said, smiling sweetly.
"No no no. My memory is just fine, thank you very much. But I wasn't unconscious in the bathroom. Mark pushed me to the ground and I hit my head. He stepped on my nose. I wasn't even near the bathroom!" I said.
"Oh, sweetie. Your memory is all a bit blurry right now. If your head still hurts I can give you some Aspirin," she said.
"What exactly happened, then? If you think I'm lying, what did Mark tell you?" I questioned.
"No one thinks you're lying, sweetie. You just woke up from a mild concussion. Your head's a bit goofy right now," she said.
"What did he say?" I asked again.
She sighed, "Mark said... um... when he went to the bathroom, he found you laying on the floor of a stall, unconscious. He pulled you out into the hall. He was about to bring you here when Mr. Dumblydoor found you. You'll remember, honey," she said, gesturing to the door.
He lied! How dare he! I took in a deep breath and exited the infirmary.

I waited on a bench in front of my school for Zayn to come pick me up. He goes to another school a few blocks down. Zayn and I have been dating for about a year now. He, being the over protective boyfriend he is, has been bugging me about this. He wanted to come and teach those jerks a lesson. I have been avoiding it all along, but I knew I wouldn't be able to today.

Zayn's silver Volvo pulled up in front of me. I opened the door and sat next to him in the passenger seat, waiting for him to drive out of here before I told him anything. But he didn't start driving. He just stared at me.

"Alyssa, what happened? Was it those jerks again?" he asked, worried.
I sighed, "Zayn, can we please get out of here? We can talk at home," I said.
"It was them! This is it, Aly. How dare they mess with my girlfriend! I'm going to -"
"Zayn! Please! Don't do anything! Not now," I begged, but with no luck.
"Aly! How can I just let you bear this from day to day? I understand that it would be a little embarrassing for your boyfriend to come and stick up for you in the middle of your school day. But I won't let them hurt you, Aly." he said.
"Embarrassing? You think that is why I don't want you to come and talk to them? Why would I be embarrassed of you, Zayn? I just don't want anything bad to happen to you..." I said.
He groaned, " If that is all you are worried about..." he said, pulling open his car door, "Come on, Aly. We've got some jerk-butt to kick," he said.

I really didn't like where this was going. Mark and his gang were one not to be messed with. I had seen helpless little freshmen getting pinned by Mark. I had even experienced him firsthand. If anything happened to Zayn... it would all be my fault. But I didn't hold him back. I knew that would be no good, and besides, Zayn seemed like a pretty good match for Mark.

I ran to catch up to Zayn, who was walking a mile a second. "Where is he?" he asked.
I looked around, scanning the empty hallways. It was sixth period now. He must be in... in... oh right! History! He was in my sixth period history class.

"There," I said, pointing to the classroom, "Zayn, are you sure you want to do this?" I asked, trying to steer him away one last time.
"Are you kidding? You've taken his torture for years. You think I can't take it for a day?" he asked, knocking on the classroom door.

The door swung open, "Can I help you?" Mrs. McGleagal asked.
"Can I borrow Mark for a second? It won't be long, I promise," he said, giving her his charming smile that could mesmerize every woman in the world.
"Uh... uh... sure," she said, trying to look away from him, "Mark, someone's here to see you," she said.

Mark got up and walked over to us, snickering when he saw me. He closed the door as he walked out and stood in front of us, waiting. He didn't have to wait long for Zayn to started screaming at him.

"How dare you treat my girlfriend like that? How dare you even speak to her? You have no right to go around bullying everyone in your way. What did she ever do to you for you to treat her like that?" he said. I could tell he was trying not to say anything too bad. That's one thing I liked about Zayn. No matter how furious he gets, he puts an effort in keeping his words clean.

Mark seemed to get a little frightened at that. A puzzled look formed on his face. "I-I- You are her boyfriend?" he asked, lamely.

"Look, I can't stay here for long, or your teacher's going to get suspicious. You just stay away from my girl. Got it?" he said, bringing his voice to a whisper.

"Uh.. sure, whatever," he said, waving the issue away with his hand and walking back into the classroom.

I sighed. "Can we go now?" I asked, pulling his hand.
He frowned, "I don't think he took that too seriously," he said.
"Ugghhh! I'll be fine! You know what? I promise I'll tell you if he does something tomorrow. You can come and talk to him again then, ok?" I said.
"Promise?" Zayn questioned.
"Yes, Zayn! I promise!" I whined.
He smiled.
"Now come on! Let's go home! I want to talk less about Mark and more about us." I said, winking.
He leaned in. I closed my eyes, ready for his kiss. But there was nothing. My eyes sprung open to watch Zayn disappear through the school doors.
"ZAYN! That's not fair!" I screamed, chasing after him.
I found him waiting with the passenger door wide open for me to get in.
"What's not fair, Aly? Me sticking up for you when you were nearly dying under that jerk's taunting?" he said with a mischievous look.
I smacked his arm and got in.
"No, you idiot. You ditching me in the middle of my school after you pretended to kiss me," I said.
He laughed, "Get used to it. You're in for many more tricks, since you're bully free now. Someone needs to tease you, and if it isn't going to be Mark, it better be me," he said, getting in next to me.
"In that case, you need a bully in your life too, Zayn. Guess who that's going to be..." I said, raising my eyebrow.

Notes

I couldn't think of a name for the teachers so I kinda maybe sorta stole Dumbledore and McGonagall from Harry Potter :)

Hope you like it Alyssa! I’m so sorry I made it so late! I had it half way finished but the battery drained out and i rewrote it then had it taken away before I could publish it. I rewrote it for the third time and finally was able to publish it :) I'm really really sorry I made you wait so long!

~ Lily <3