8 8:Elizah

I was paralysed as I watched them fight,my school bag long forgotten now lays as a small heap on the floor.

It was like there was history between them.

Tristan eye's were red from anger as he kicked the brunette on the face while the poor guy whimpered on the floor. He took him by the collar, raised him to his feet and smashed his head into the wall.

Then the other guy's eyes turned animalistic. A liquor bottle lay on the floor nearby,he took it and tried to smash it on his head but at the last moment Tristan shielded his face and the glass shattered on his arm, peeling the material; some pieces piercing into the flesh; blood oozing out.

The guy took another one from the smelly alleyway and sent it full force on his head when I screamed,

"Stop!"

Both heads turned towards me, breathing hard scrunching their eyebrows as if they hadn't noticed my presence until then.

"Walk away", growled Tristan.

I gulped.

"You need to let him go", I said to the other one.

"Who's the shorty?", the brunette asked, I fisted my hands.

"Let him go or I'll call the police"

He whistled.

"Ooh she's a feisty one".

None of them made a move to leave wanting to finish what they started.

Finally Tristan turned his head to the side and pushed the guy away.

"Show's over you need to leave"

The brunette gave him a knowing look and grinned.

"Oh well ok then" He said in a slightly diss manner now that his opponent wasn't interested to fight,"my name is Elijah by the way" , he grinned and gave me a wink.

"Yours is.."

"You don't need to know that"

Tristan cut him off grabbing his school bag from the floor with a scorn.

He just shrugged his shoulders.

"She's pretty"

Elizah put his hands in his pockets and approached me with a slow drawl.

"It was nice meeting you sweetheart"

He whispered to my ear and I turned to watch him leave.

"Why didn't you come to school today "

"I got caught up"

"Clearly"

He had his school bag which meant he left for school but never showed up.

"What are you doing here"

......

"I was just walking around town"

He smirked,"Again?"

I shrugged.

"It helps clear my mind"

"Fighting helps clear my mind which thanks to you I can't seem to do peacefully"

I rolled my eyes,

"I don't care if you fight or not hell I don't even know why I'm getting mixed up in your shit all the time"

"The feeling's mutual", he said tugging his bag strap higher and beginning to walk.

"So the next time I see you getting beaten to death I should just walk away?".

I asked following him out of the alley.

"I wasn't getting beaten to death but even if I was yes"

I rolled my eyes.

Men and their egos.

"Well then ...see ya"

"So soon", he asked flabbergasted.

"What"

"I mean you just pulled me off from a good fight and now you're just leaving? You need to pay up lady".

This guy...

"What you need me to pay you for saving you?"

"Nah just buy me ice cream"

"You're literally covered in blood right now"

He shrugged nonchalantly.

"I'm used to it"

"I'm not taking you anywhere with those torn clothes "

I turned around with red cheeks when he removed his shirt all of a sudden. A few moments later I heard him opening his bag and taking something out.

"I'm done"

I turned back around to see moody Tristan in his black hoodie and bloodied knuckles with dried blood stuck to his face.

My heart did something weird... and unnecessary.

So I ignored it.

"Let's go."