Lima Loser - Part Two.

Once I got back to the school, it was lunchtime, and I was immediately bombarded by my friends. Minus Puck, who’d immediately went to the office to get the Karofsky situation out of the way. I was sitting at the lunch table, and everyone was crowded around me like I was a celebrity.

“Can I sign your cast?” Artie, who was probably the fifteenth person to ask, looked over at me.

I smiled and nodded, holding my arm out. He signed it with a “Get well soon!” and his name, and I had to admit that my cast looked pretty pimped out. I also noticed that there wasn’t a whole lot of room left on it.

I attempted to eat my lunch, nearly dying over how hard it was to eat a sandwich with one arm, and hoping Puck wouldn’t have to be in the office again the next day, because I kind of needed him to feed me.

After finishing off my sandwich, I left the table and went to my locker to put my lunchbag away. I then proceeded to walk towards the office to be nosy and see what was up with Sam and Puck and the asshole.

I managed to get there without breaking my other arm, and peeked through Principal Figgins’ office window. I spotted all three of the boys (well, you could practically call one of them a girl) sitting in chairs in front of Figgins’ desk. None of them could see me because the blinds were pretty much shut, but I managed to see through the cracks. I went over to the door and put my ear to it.

“I’m sorry, David, but I’m going to have to suspend you,” came from the principal’s mouth.

“But…”

“No but’s. You should know better.”

“If he tries it again, he’ll know exactly what hitting a girl feels like,” Puck threatened. I smiled behind the door.

“How about you shut the-”

“Boys! Stop it, now,” Figgins raised his voice. “That isn’t necessary.”

They spoke for a few more minutes, and then Figgins’ concluded the meeting. “David, I want you to stay here and call your guardian to pick you up. Sam and Noah, you’re free to leave.”

“Thanks, sir,” Sam said sweetly, but Puck just grunted.

I heard them both stand up and make their way to the door, which I was behind, so I immediately stepped back, making it look as if I was just casually walking by. Puck and Sam, however, knew better, so when they opened the door and saw me standing there in my “casual” pose, they both gave each other a weird look.

“Cool cast,” Sam nodded at me.

“Thanks,” I smiled. “And thanks for saving me. I appreciate that, Sam.”

“No problem,” he said, and began to walk away. I then looked up at Puck, who looked super pissed.

“What’s wrong with you?” I asked, holding out my free hand for him to hold.

“That fucker is going to pay,” was all he said.

“He’s already suspended, isn’t he?” I widened my eyes. “You should just let it go.”

“For breaking your arm? No thank you. The second he gets back, he’s going to regret what he did. The dumpster out back is where he’s gonna be spending his lunches.”

“Hey,” I looked up at him. “Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“Make his life hell. Sure, he’s probably the biggest asshole at this school, but give him a chance. He might have learned his lesson from getting suspended,” I replied.

“I hope you’re not serious,” his mouth gaped open.

I shrugged a little.

“But-”

“Come on, Puck. You know I’m right.” I playfully punched him in the shoulder with my free hand. “You’re just too badass too admit it.”

He chuckled a little. “Maybe.” He then grinned, and slipped his hand into mine. “Let’s get to class.”