beaten

/ˈbiːt(ə)n/

verb

past participle of beat.

adjective

1.

having been defeated.

"last year's beaten finalist"

2.

having been beaten or struck.

I push the changing room door open as I walk towards the hallway with a few of my friends following behind me, the hallway becomes quiet as I stroll down towards the back. I notice the jocks laughing until one of them stop and they all stop. I lean against the wall. "You think It's funny?" I whisper, my friends blocking them any entry to leave.

"Ezekiel-"

"Give me your fucking phone." He hands it towards me and I go toward this photos and see a recent video. I tap on it and see how the blonde jock also known as John walks towards Amira who was catching her breath. She stands up properly and looks at John before he pushes her into the lake.

Though the video didn't stop there, they secretly recorded her getting out of the lake coughing out...blood? I growl as my forehead collided with his, "this is funny to you?"

"Calm down Ezekiel, it was just a joke." John answers back, I chuckle loudly before smashing his head hard onto the locker causing it to dense. He groans as he drops to the floor, all his friend back away as I lift him up by his shirt and slam him once again against his locker. "Just a joke, I'll show you my version of a joke."

He falls onto the ground as I straddle him throwing punch over punch, he punches me in the face back. I feel teachers trying to pull me away before I kick him hard in his face, "don't fucking touch her again, any of you. I will fuck you all up." I grabbed onto my phone that shattered on the ground before walking away nodding to the guys to finish him of.

I take a cigarette packet out of my pocket and shove it between my teeth a is leaned onto my motorbike. I see her beautiful face exiting the school, they begin scanning the entire area until they lock with my own, she walks towards me and grabs my face in her small hands inspecting it.

"Are you serious? You could have gotten seriously hurt." She whispered pushing my face away, I smiled as her fingers take the cigarette out of my mouth and throws it onto the ground. "I never get hurt princess, don't worry." I muttered, shoving the lighter back into my pocket.

"I'm not worth it Ezekiel. Stop endangering yourself for me." She exclaimed.

"You are fucking worth it, stop putting yourself down like that." Her facial features were babyish, big eyes, soft skin and a button nose. There was nothing rugged about her looks at all, even her jaw was absolutely perfect. It was her eyelashes that made her all girl, long and black, framing eyes of darkest brown.

"I'm not worth you getting hurt, I don't need you to fight my battles Blake." She answers back leaning closer towards me, her legs getting caught in-between my own. Gosh if she could see how beautiful she was, the sun was striking right at her. Her eyes were sparkling Hazel.

"I'm not fighting your battles princess, I'm merely helping."

"Then don't help!" The minute she tries pulling away from me, I grab onto her hand and pull her back to me. Her chest against my own as her head was dug into my neck. I turn my mouth and whisper slowly into her ears.

"I'm not intervening princess," I said deeply as I looked into the horizon. "I promised you I would protect you. I don't break my promises." I look down at her lips, lingering softly near my own. My mind was telling me no but for the first time my heart was saying go for it. Her hair was like an obsidian waterfall that tumbled down her back in thick locks. Her hands were strong yet at the same time gentle. And her mouth... oh, how I wanted to kiss that mouth.

"Zeke." My head snapped as I see my friends Michael, Gabriel and Lorenzo. I looked down and saw her in my arms. "Zeke, we gotta head out mate. The-"

"I know." I whispered before signalling for them to leave. "Leave your window open tonight. Don't think I forgot that you needed to tell me something." I reminded her, she nods her head biting the inside of her cheeks before walking away I grab her hand and pull her back towards me. "How are you going to get home?"

"The bus? Oh actually I have chemo-istry with Belle so she's picking me up." I nod my head at her slight mishap. Was she going to say something else or?

"Alright text me when you get home." She raised her eyebrows a bit confused of my over protectiveness as she begins walking away.

"Whats going on between you both?" Gabriel asked.

"I don't even know man." I answers slipping my leather jacket on. "Is the one and only Blake Ezekiel Moretti falling for a girl?" Lorenzo jokes as he slips on his gloves, I roll my eyes throwing my legs over my bike.

"I think I am.."

Amira Alexandra's POV

I exit the hospital after my chemo treatment. Belle had picked me up from home and taken me since I was running late. Keira wasn't here today so I couldn't really tell her anything about what happened recently so instead I told Belle. She listened to everything and never interrupted and I wonder how God has given me such a good friend whilst going through chemo.

As we sit in the car ready for dinner with my parents and my mums best friends we wait slowly outside. "Alright you're here." Belle said as I stare out seeing the light open and two cars parked in the drive way.

"Thank you for the ride Belle." I said, she kisses my forehead and I pull the handle of the car and shut it behind me as I walk towards my door. I shove my keys inside and slam the door behind me. I try take of my shoes but it doesn't work out.

"Ahh stupid fucking shoe." I hold onto the star rail and save my feet around only for it to still not become loose. I grab the heel of my shoes as I try pull it. "Dad I said I'm a size 5 not a 4." I shout loudly.

"Hey sweetie, say hello to our guest."