I know from Ryker’s tone of voice that he is serious, that he means business… I also know not to argue with him. He is the ruler of the school. He does what he wants. He gets what he wants. Always.
“You’re going to the hospital,” he says. “And it’s final,” he adds for good measures. I give in and stop trying to convince my self-proclaimed tormentor otherwise.
He doesn’t allow me to stand, saying I could be suffering from something serious.
“The paramedics should be here soon,” he supplies almost comfortingly.
I am the nerd of the school. He is the bad boy. There is no reason for us to mingle. There should be none. Hell, there was none until I decided it was time to stand up for myself a couple of days ago.
Look where that got me. My biggest bully now hates me and has probably cau
