"Well…least it won’t look nearly as bad when you get to her then." He wanted to do more. He wanted to protect his friend, not just be there to clean up the mess, but to take care of it so it never happened again. It seemed Connor’d never understand that…but wait…what was that he mumbled? Two names. Maybe he’d knocked a bit of sense into him after all. Of course, there were only dozens of boys named Eric and Jake, but it was a start. He gave Connor a smirk and nodded his head. “Noted. Now let’s go see how long the teacher let’s you stay in class till she sends you to the nurse for that shiner.” He pushed himself from the wall he’d come to lean on and gently clapped his mate on the shoulder, his hand lingered just long enough to give it a reassuring squeeze. He wasn’t too good at the reassuring thing, he hoped it was enough.
"Hmm." He nodded. Sure, it wouldn’t look as bad, but he’d still have to answer her questions. Maybe he could convince her it was from gym class, that he’d accidentally got hit and got a black eye. Maybe she wouldn’t call the teacher to ask, she’d just believe. Abby though? Abby would know…she always did. Hopefully Bryan didn’t tell her the names, he was more afraid of her finding the boys than the soldier boy. She was ruthless, Bryan had sense in him.
"Thanks, mate…think she’ll believe I had gym just before and I managed to get this? I hope so, I don’t want another lecture about telling people…I’ve gotten too many of those in my life."
"And can you promise me to not tell Abby about the names? I don’t want to deal with murder charges or nothing."
"Oh, well, you know me. I’ve been to dozens of military bases. I know all the secrets."
"Do you? Have you seen one? A real, proper alien? Or a space shuttle?! That’d be bloody awesome!"
"Every girl likes those type of boys, well at least some of them do. Who is she? maybe I can go find out myself. I can get the truth out of her, if you want me to."
"Er, no thanks. She doesn’t just talk to anyone. She’s rather—-closed off, you know? Her name’s Abby, though, and she’s the most beautiful girl in the world."
"Thanks for offering, though."
As angry as he was, there was no way to argue that logic. He couldn’t make Connor spill. He was fuming though, and he had nothing to take it out on now. He couldn’t stop the nasty glare he shot at Connor. “But if I catch them doing this to you again, they’re my fight, not yours. You hear me?”
Instead of punching a wall, as his initial consideration was before thinking of how bad Connor would feel for any injury sustained, he tried his best to release his anger on the hand towel dispenser. He practically shoved the towels into Connor’s hands when he was finished. He wasn’t going to let his friend walk out with blood and tears covering his face. “I’m only assuming you won’t want to take that to the nurse. She’ll ask questions.”
Connor’s mouth quirked up a bit when he realized he was right. Bryan couldn’t make him tell anything. Now they could just go to class and act as if everything was normal, though knew that would happen. Abby would be able to tell…Abby was always able to tell and though his face would be cleaned of blood, there was no way of getting rid of the black eye; that was stuck there.
As Bryan handed him the towels, Connor nodded his head. “Yeah, thanks mate. Probably going to end up there anyway. There’s no hiding this eye, is there?” He sighed. But it just was, he’d deal just as he always did. “Eric and Jake,” He mumbled; those were the boys who beat him up. He didn’t give last names…Bryan could make a game out of it and figure out for himself.
"No, that’s not the point! You stick up for your friends, just as you stick up for your team! You sure don’t let them get away with it, no matter how insignificant you think the damage is! They’ve done this long enough, Connor, and I won’t let them keep doing it!” Bryan couldn’t believe Connor could just accept this, as though it were a role he had no choice but to play. It was sad, actually, that this must have happened enough for him to actually believe his sole purpose was to be beat up at school. “If you honestly think just because they’re screwed up they can take it out on you, then by that logic, because I have my own problems, I should go take it out on them! So tell me, Connor, who was it? I’ll make it work!”
Connor stayed silent, a glare written on his face. He wanted to argue with Bryan, he wanted to be right, and he wanted everything to just be forgotten. It wasn’t fair! Either way, it just wasn’t fair!
"We’re wasting time in class, come on, let’s just go." He groaned. "You can’t make me tell you their names.”
"She might like you back, she’s just nervous about admitting it. That’s how every girl is, stubborn. Don’t stop, if you like her that much she’ll realize it and she will love you back."
"You don’t know who she is. She goes for the jocks and the jerks, not the nerds, besides I don’t think I’ve ever seen her scared or nervous about anything. I don’t know. I think I just have to accept the fact that she’s out of my league."
"I’m just glad to be her best friend and the one she trusts."
"Yeah, and the government’s hiding their crash sites at military bases, right Connor?"
"Glad you’re understanding this, Bryan. It’s very likely, humans just like to think they’re the only ones in the galaxy. Makes them feel bigger, probably."
"Have you asked her? maybe she does like you. You did ask her right? she might feel the same way about you."
"No, I didn’t ask her, but she goes for guys that are completely opposite of me and she calls me ‘dork’ all the time and, by the way, has explicitly stated that she doesn’t think she could ever fall in love."
"I mean, I guess I’ve gotten lucky with having her as my best friend, but I just kind of…love her and I don’t know how to stop."
"Great. I’m in love with a girl that couldn’t ever love me back. What am I supposed to do with that?”