"H-Hey! Stop doing that r-right now!" Matthew whispered as loud as he could, "You hosers, just leave her alone!"
______ was surrounded on all sides by the Bad Touch Trio, identical leers on their faces.
"C'mon, just hand it over, Frau." Gilbert stared ______ down with his harsh red eyes. "We know you took it."
"I-I don't know what you're t-talking about." The girl whimpered, backing away from
Gilbert only to bump into Antonio who roughly shoved her back towards the German.
"You know perfectly well, mon cher." Francis said haughtily, grabbing onto ______'s arm tightly.
"I don't! I swear!" tears began to form in ______'s eyes, "Please just let me go…."
Gilbert gave his cronies a look then nodded. They all backed away, starting down the hall, "I'll be back for it later, Frau."
______'s legs turned to jelly and she collapsed to the ground. Matthew rushed over to her, glaring at the Trio walking down the hallway, laughing like idiots.
"A-Are you okay?"
______ shook her head, curling up against Matthew's chest, her body racked with sobs. "I-I was so scared… I thought they were going t-to kill me or something! What did they even want from me?"
"Nothing… They just like terrifying you. Hosers…" Matthew stroked ______'s hair soothingly, rocking her back and forth.
"Why didn't you do anything?" ______ looked up at Mattie with blood shot (e/c) eyes. "You could have helped me…"
"I-I… I was trying." Matthew squeaked, purple eyes wide, "They just didn't listen to me…. I'm so sorry."
______ pulled away from his embrace, springing to her feet, "You always say that! You're always right there and you never… you never do anything! You just let them scare me half to death! You're useless!" The girl's face was a mask of pain and anguish. Her eyes blazed and her full lips were pulled into an ugly frown. "Well, I don't need your "help" anymore… Goodbye, Matthew." She turned on her heel, stalking off down the school hallway.
"Wait! Come back!" Matthew tried to call after her but the words stuck in his throat. He punched one of the lockers angrily, "Why can't I do anything?!" he screamed, but there was no answer…. No one even heard him.
There they were. Just sitting and laughing like nothing was wrong… Like they weren't horrible people ruining someone's life. Bastards… If only Matthew had his hockey stick, he would knock the hosers' teeth out just like in the Canadian Major Leagues. Matt flexed his fingers, balling his hands into fists and gritting his teeth.
These idiots had ruined his life… They had terrorized his best friend, made him lose said friend and made him feel even more invisible than he already felt. They would pay…
"Hey you!" Matthew yelled, "Hosers! I have something to say to you!"
They didn't so much as look up.
'Ooooh! That's the last straw! They can ignore me once, twice, three times… But the one hundred and fourth time! That's where I draw the line!"
Matthew stormed over to the Trio's table, slamming his hands down upon it, "Hey! I said I have something to say to you!"
They looked up at him, confused.
"Did you say somezhing, mon ami?" Francis had the nerve to ask.
"Yes! I most certainly did! I've had just about enough of you tormenting my friend, thank you very much! You know up in Canada we have such a thing as respect! Such a thing as decency! We up in Canada don't ruin someone else's life because we think it's funny! And if you think you can… Well, it just so happens we're very deadly with a hockey stick!"
"Oooh…. I'm so scared," Gilbert smirked, "Vhat are you gonna do, huh? 'Sorry' me to death?"
"No, no." Antonio laughed, "He's going to… To give you free donuts until you explode."
Matthew's face turned a bright red, his hands balled up into fists and he drew back his arm.
"Aw, look! I think we broke him!" Francis taunted, "Too much maple syrup for breakfast or somezhing, Ma- OW!" Francis held his bleeding nose, "He hit me! Zhe little salaud actually hit me!"
"That's right, hoser! That'll teach you to mess with a Canadian!"
"Aw, Francis is nothing…" Gilbert rose, pushing his sleeves up, "Why don't you try to take me o- Oof!"
Matthew kicked Gilbert in the groin, making him fall to the ground in pain.
Antonio leaped up from the table, "Hey, carbon! What do you think you're doing? Don't you know your place?"
Matthew threw a low punch, hitting the Spaniard in the stomach, "Yes. Yes I do. And I know yours too, "cabrón." In the dirt." With a little harrumph, the Canadian straightened his glasses and strode back across the schoolyard.
"Matthew!" called a voice from behind him, "Matthew, wait!"
"Huh?" Matthew spun around only to have _____ fly into him at top speed.
"I can't believe you just did that! That was so amazing and brave!" She showered his face with tiny kisses, making Matthew blush as red as a tomato.
"W-Well… I didn't like the way they were treating you. I thought they needed to be taught a lesson."
_____ cupped his chin in her hand, making him look into her eyes, "You are the best friend anyone could ever have… Did you know that?"
Matthew shook his head, confused.
"Well… You are." _____ stroked his cheek tentatively, eyes flicking over his face and then she nodded and kissed him full on the lips.
Maybe he was more than just a best friend…