You watched as the teen passed by, a flurry of whispers surrounding him.
"He used to live in France."
"Why'd he leave?"
"Heard he got a girl pregnant, came here for a better opportunity."
"Yeah, an opportunity to get another girl pregnant."
"He already got one pregnant."
"He's slept around with every girl in school, I'm not surprised."
"Bet he rapes drunk girls on the weekend too."
He could hear it all. It was as if his entire presence made every girl on edge. It has only been a month since Francis Bonnefois transferred to your school but the rumors about him spread like wildfire.
At lunch, you always saw him sitting alone. In the halls, you simply watched as he went along, smiling as if there wasn't a think wrong in this cruel world. He walked home and had things thrown at him from the seniors. How much could one person even take?
One of the jocks stopped him in the halls, slamming him against the lockers. "I bet you think it's really funny fucking around with my girl, huh? She ain't no whore but all she wants to do now is sleep around. And it's all your fault."
"'ow is zis my fault?"
The jock slammed him against the lockers loudly, making everyone turn to face them. "I saw you flirting with her you little French shit! And look at her now! She's pregnant! It's all your fault!"
"Zis is none of my concern!" Francis bit back but you knew that no one would believe him. "If you're girlfriend wasn't such a whore and trying to get me to sleep wis 'er - which I didn't do - she wouldn't be in zis position!"
The jock gritted his teeth then quickly threw a punch in his face, causing him to collapse and a group of students to laugh. "You calling my girlfriend a whore!? If anything, you're the whore here!"
With that, he left with the others, the Frenchman nursing a bleeding nose and a swelling eye with his sleeve. The bell rang and students began to move but you simply stayed, watching as he shakily tried to get himself up and go to class. He stood up, a weak smile on his face and winking towards you before walking away with a distraught look on his face.
Lunchtime, probably the most terrifying place in this jungle of a school. You looked around, seeing Francis poking at his food. His eye had turned black around the edges from the punch earlier.
Slowly, you approached him and placed your things on the chair beside his. He looked up surprised and only now did you notice the lunchroom had gone completely silent.
"You're a sweet petite...but you should go sit somewhere else..." You saw the loneliness in his eyes before he turned away. "I don't want to see you being labeled a whore either..."
Completely ignoring him, you sat down and smiled sweetly towards him. "You look so lonely...I couldn't let you be miserable on your own...let them label me a whore because I'm sitting with you at lunch..." You took his hand, rubbing it gently beneath the table. "No one deserves to be treated so poorly..."
"Hey look! Francis got another little skank!" Turning around, you saw the jock from before laughing with the rest of the cafeteria. "Better watch out-"
"Says the one who got his girlfriend pregnant!" you said loudly, making everyone quiet down. "You probably don't even know if it's your child because she gets around so much! Oh wait, that's right. She got the DNA test back which said it was some 20 year old's kid! Got a bit drunk that night I see!"
Everyone sat silent in disbelief. "Who the hell told you that!?"
"I've got resources!" He came over, nostrils blaring and eyes like daggers. "And you put all of this on poor Francis, the new kid in-"
He swiftly went to punch you only to have Francis go in between you and him. "It's not nice to 'it a lady."
He suddenly doubled over in pain as the teachers restrained the other boy. You fell to your knees, stroking Francis' hair and fed sweet little nothing's into his ear. "We'll get this whole mess sorted out. Just take it easy..."
One of the teachers squeezed your shoulder. "Get him to the nurse to get him checked out."
Nodding, you turned your attention back to Francis. "Can you get up...?" He shakily began to stand up with you helping him to do so. "Honestly...you don't have to be so reckless..."
Both of you went to the nurse, you helping him walk to entire time while he remained haunched over and holding his gut. Once in the office, you let him lay down and curl up while the nurse checked his injuries.
"This is the fifth time this month Francis..." She said softly, sympathy in her eyes. "What do you keep doing to yourself...? And when did you get that black eye!?"
You sat to the side, simply watching as he avoided her questions. The nurse looked at you next. "Can you tell me what's been going on with him?"
Francis looked at you, probably not wanting you to say a thing. "He's been getting beaten up and called a whore..." She gasped and looked towards Francis. "I was about to get punched and he stepped in the way..."
"Francis! Why haven't you told anybody!?"
Silence filled the room, he didn't want to say what's been going on. The nurse sighed and left, calling the office. Moving beside him, you sighed. "Sorry...I shouldn't have said anything."
"Non," he groaned, holding his stomach. "You were only trying to 'elp...zis 'appens at all ze schools I go to..."
You gently brushed his hair, feeling the silky-smoothness between your fingers. "But why...?"
"I'm a flirt..." He stated simply, taking your hand carefully before smiling at you. "I can't 'elp myself...wis all zese beautiful girls...but zen everyone starts to 'ate me..."
"Well if it makes you feel any better," you started, biting your lip,"I don't hate you."
"Thank you..." He muttered, shutting his blue eyes. You lightly pecked the injured one, making a small smile appear on his face As he rested on the cot he lay on. "You're such a sweet little petite..."