Louis noticed just how pretty Emma's eyes were. There was a tiny piece of hair falling over her eyes and he gently brushed it away, his fingers lingering on her face.
She was about to lean in further and kiss him senseless when a voice came and chilled her to the spine. “Aw, did our little s.l.u.t get a boyfriend?” Emma was yanked away from Louis and thrown on the floor in the middle of a crowd of tall, muscular, and mean looking guys.
"Oi, what do you think you're doing?" Louis growled, trying to show his way through the crowd surrounding Emma. They shoved him away, sniggering.
“Go!” Emma called up to Louis. “I-I’ll be alright. Just go!” One of the boys grabbed the back of her shirt and pulled her up to him. She choked slightly.
Louis ignored her, a strange need to protect her swelling up inside him. He punched the guy hard in the jaw but was soon surrounded by a group of the others who set about beating him up.
“Louis!” she cried out. Emma tried to get up and got to him, but she was pulled back. She whimpered in pain as the boys pinched her and squeezed her most sensitive spots.
Louis fought hard, kicking out at his attackers. It was impossible - he was outnumbered and they were all bigger than him. "Don't hurt her," he begged, all trace of dignity gone.
They all laughed. “Hurt her? She’s been through all of this for the past 6 years.” Emma winced. The leader came up to her and ripped off her shirt.
Louis wondered whether that was what Emma had been crying about. "Why would you do that to her? Man up and get a girl you don't have to terrify," he spat.
They ignored him and ripped off all the rest of her clothes. Emma beat her fists at them, but they laughed at her attempts and finally got her naked.
Someone had heard all the commotion and a social worker came running down the corridor. He acted like it was a regular occurrence. "What's going on here?" he asked tiredly, not even reacting to the fact that Emma was naked.
The main jock spoke up. “She told us all to meet her here, and when we got here, she took off her clothes!” Emma looked down at her feet in shame. She couldn’t deny it because then she would be punished for it later.
"Well get away, the lot of you," the social worker said. He pointed to Emma. "If we find you doing anything like this again, you'll be in solitary, got it?"
Emma nodded obediently, eyes still on the floor.
Louis waited for everyone to go away before he tried to get up because he didn't want them to know how injured he was.
Finally, all the jocks left and so did the social worker. Emma quickly pulled her clothes on and ran to Louis. “My God….I’m so sorry.” She ripped off some pieces of her shirt and began ‘bandaging’ him up. “I told you that you needed to leave.”
"And leave you to get attacked? I don't think so," Louis winced.
She sighed and dabbed at the blood around his eye. “There’s nothing you can do. Like they said, I’ve been dealing with them for 6 years. I’ll be fine. You, you need to leave. You’ll only get hurt if you stay.” Finally, she pulled back and got up.
"That doesn't make it alright for them to hurt you," Louis answered, trying to get up. Pain shot through his body and he fell back, letting out a hiss. "Can you help me up?"
Emma helped him up and put him piggy-back style on her back. “Don’t,” she warned before walking down the hall towards the nurse’s office.