"What happened to N." He adressed me, cracking his knuckles threateningly. I sighed internally. Me and Nolan (or N), who was the leader of this thugish group, had a bit of a run in.
"He tried to take my notebook," I snapped, and instantly realized my mistake. They now knew my notebook was of value to me. I gripped it tighter.
"So," Max drawled, making the others laugh, "What happened to him?"
I looked up, looking Max sqarely in his piggy little eyes. I made the desicion in an instant. I told the truth.
"I punched him." That got a response. The street echoed with laughter, roaring. I took the instant and ducked out of there, diving into an alley and sprinting into the town. I heard angry shouts behind me, but I knew they wouldn't follow. Out of breath, I crashed on the bench outside a Dunkin' Donuts. I sighed.
It was true, I did punch Nolan. But he'd been tormenting me all year, and now he had a broken nose. The teachers beleived me when I told them I had no part in it. They always did, looking at my green-blue-silver eyes, wavy hair, tan skin all straightworward and sincere and they woould say, 'Of course I believe you'.
Which was why I feel awful.