Spring 4th, Year 11; Noon
Logan stepped out of the school building. He had just finished his math homework and was excited to get out of class. He had P.E. after lunch so it wasn't as if he had to pay attention.
For now, he had to find Paige. He had made a lunch date with her earlier... although it wasn't a date. His eyes darted about the schoolyard. Where... are you, Paige?
he thought to himself. A sound caught his attention that seemed like a fight. Maybe he'll find Paige there, for it seemed the entire school was crowding. As he made his way slowly to the mob, he watched as it broke, and Paige, along with another girl were running off. The realization quickly set in, and he broke into a run towards them.
Meeting them halfway, he grabbed Paige and swung her around behind him. He turned to the girl. He was shorter than her. Only by a few inches, but there was a clear dominance. I won't win by force.
He cleared his head and shut his eyes, taking a breath. Opening them, he glared at her, "Leave her alone!" he yelled. Advancing towards the girl, he shouted, "Tu me dégoûtes! Pourquoi êtes-vous choisir sur certains petite fille?"
He yelled in French with passion, his face turning a light shade of red. He could tell the girl was getting anxious so he decided to go even further. He stared at her continuously, not breaking eye contact. Out of his peripheral, he could see some of the other students feeling uncomfortable as well. As if he was staring at all of them. He stepped back and put his arm around Paige, "I'm not sure what happened here, if you or Paige is to blame..." he paused.
"But if you feel you need to take it out on someone," he dropped his bag next to Paige and walked so he was standing in between the girls. "Take it out on me." he said, his voice strong and his stare dark.French Translation
You disgust me! Why are you picking on some little girl?