୨୧﹒﹒𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. ۫ ·
ㅤ ˖ㅤㅤ۫ㅤ ˚ ۪˖𓏲﹒ your bully, derrick, defends you
﹒ ⊹ ⤷ cw: lowercase intended, slurs
taking the one-thirteen bus to work was always your least favorite part of the day because it also happened to be the time your least favorite people needed to go to track practice.
brandon and derrick.
every day you would take this bus, and every day they'd be there waiting for you to enter and once you did you were smothered with inappropriate questions. they were never violent with you; they were just insulting. you weren't too sure why they chose you to pick on when there were multiple other people to choose from.
today was no exception.
"hey fuckpie, you here to be double stuffed?" brandon, a tall boy with black hair spoke, derrick's laughter soon followed.
you never entertained their words and usually just stared out the window and let them go on with their antics. the things they said never got to you in any way, it was more annoying than hurtful and you found it was easier to ignore them than stand up for yourself as they commonly got bored after a few minutes of no reaction.
"say, d, if she was an animal what animal would she be?" brandon asked derrick as he leaned on the yellow standing pole next to your seat. derrick was standing on your left side, looking directly down at you.
"a horse," you heard someone say, it didn't sound like derrick or brandon. the voice drew the attention of the boys and you. you hadn't expected someone else to join in on the targeting, nor did they.
only one of the boys laughed at the stranger's jokes, which was brandon, derrick on the other hand was simply staring at the stranger in the other row opposite your seat.
"what'd you say, faggot?" derrick said, stepping closer to the stranger. brandon's laughter had died down after hearing derrick's reaction, seemingly confused on why he was so mad; you were just as confused.
"i just called her a horse, pal," the stranger said, standing up out of his seat and getting close to derrick, "got a problem?"
"yeah, i do," derrick's hand swiftly pulled the stop string as a robotic voice filled the bus.
'a stop has been requested'
the bus pulled off to the side of the road, looking out the window you noticed the bus came to a stop in front of a park.
derrick wasn't sure what had come over him, but hearing someone other than he or his friend speak to you filled him with rage, a rage he couldn't understand at that moment but he knew he had to do something.
"d, we're gonna be late for practice," brandon spoke up as derrick grabbed the stranger by the collar of his shirt and dragged him off the bus and onto the sidewalk.
you quickly followed the three guys outside to see how the situation would go, your mind kept replaying the situation, unsure of what could've ticked derrick off so much. the only other time you've seen him this mad was when someone insulted their tracksuits. it seemed to be a very sensitive topic. but this stranger hadn't insulted derrick or his tracksuit, he insulted you.
"hold him down brando" derrick demanded.
brandon promptly held the stranger's arms behind his back as he thrashed around in brandons grip.
brandon was sure derrick had his reasons for beating this random person up, he just was not sure what they were. he almost felt bad for the stranger.
with one swift motion derricks fist met the random person's face, knocking him half unconscious, letting brandon know he could let go of him as his limp body fell to the sidewalk with a thud.
everyone was quiet as you stared at derrick.
"don't speak to her again, faggot," he spoke up, spitting on the person laying half unconscious.
derricks eyes met yours as he turned away back towards the bus, people staring through the windows in shock.
he had always thought you were beautiful like you were bathed in sunlight, and while yes he could've gone a different route to talk to you instead of insulting you every chance he got, he knows he doesn't mean it, and he doesn't want anyone other than him, or sometimes brandon, telling you shit.
"got something to say, tard?" he spoke out to you as brandon brushed past him and onto the bus stairs.
"thank you," you replied meekly, still in shock of what had just occurred.
derrick hadn't expected a reply from you let alone a thank you, he felt heat rise to his cheeks, why was he acting this way? why do you have such an affect on him?
"come on d, were gonna be late!" brandon yelled, leaning against the doors.
derrick didn't reply to you, he would've, and he should've but he knew he couldn't be late to practice anymore.
