Stubborn Chapter 2

A few miles away, on a hilltop opposite the Joan of Arc Academy, a teenage boy with short dark hair and blue eyes, wearing a blue suit was walking to school, in his hands he was holding a black, leather schoolbag. His head was down and he looked sad as he walked slowly to school.
Suddenly, he heard whistling and when he turned to look, he saw three boys headed his way so he hastened his pace, which made them run after him until they caught up.
“Well, if it ain’t Denis,” one of them said, a tall bulky teenager with short brown hair and dark brown eyes.
“No, that’s not it,” said another, a short, stocky boy with long blonde hair and blue eyes. “He likes to be called Denise.”
The boy, identified as Denis, tried to walk passed them but one of them, tall and lanky with a shaved head, got in his way while their leader pulled his bag out of his hands and dumped its contents on the ground, among which was a lip balm.
“Hey, look!” he said picking up the balm. “Denise has lipstick!”
“It’s lip balm,” Denis finally spoke. “Give it back!”
“Aw… are you going to cry?” the bulky one asked and tossed it to one of the blonde boy.
“What’ll you give us for it?” the blonde asked and tossed it to the tallest of them but it was a fifth person that caught it.
A teenage boy, almost as tall as the one supposed to catch the balm, his blonde hair cut short and combed from right to left, a glacial look in his blue eyes.
“Knock it off or I’ll have you all thrown off the team,” he said looking at the three bullies.
The three did not seem to have the courage to continue with the new arrival present so they left glaring at both but after walking a few feet, they started sniggering. As soon as they were out of sight, Denis wrapped his arms around his rescuer, squeezing tightly.
“Kevin!” he almost yelled, tears running down his cheeks.
“There, there,” the other said soothingly, patting him on the head. “I’ve only been gone about week…”
“Ten days!” Denis replied. “Ten long days and you know how they’re all like to me when you’re not around.”
Denis suddenly let go and turned around. “And you still won’t tell me what it is you do when you leave,” he said reproachfully as he wiped his eyes.
“It’s no big deal…” Kevin shrugged.
“It is too a big deal! We’re supposed to be friends,” the other barked.
Kevin chuckled and walked closer then rustled his hair. “Come on, we’ll be late for class.”
Though still pouting, Denis picked up his books and followed his friend to school. It only took a few minutes for him to start smiling again and ignore all the mean looks that followed him and his friend as they walked down the hall.

For lack of better things to do, I'm going to post one of my lil' stories here. I SEE THIS POSTED ANYWHERE ELSE I'LL EAT YOUR BRAIN WITH A SPOON!
P.S. the bastard thing won't allow paragraphs, I'll be frelled if i know why... but I put a few extra spaces where they should have been.

Stubborn.
Chapter 1
“Oh no!” a girl was yelling as she ran down a path, through a forest. “I’m so late!” She was wearing a school uniform that consisted of a white shirt, a blue, chequered skirt that reached a couple of inches above her knees and around her neck, a blue ribbon and matching blue shoes. Her shoulder length chestnut hair was waving behind her and her brown eyes had a few tears sparkling in them. “I knew I should have left earlier…” she wailed. Eventually she was out of breath and had to stop, leaning against a tree, holding a brown leather schoolbag in her right hand with only three fingers. When her heart slowed down she looked around and saw someone lying down on the ground, leaning against a tree not twenty feet away. It was a girl with short silver blonde hair wearing an identical uniform as hers, as far as she could tell because she was sitting with her back to her. “Thank goodness!” she said and ran towards her. “Excuse me, would you please tell me the way to the Joan of Arc Academy?” “That way,” the girl replied and extended an arm to the north-west, in her hand was a lit cigarette. “Thank you very much!” the girl with chestnut hair replied. “Um… should you be smoking?” The other girl looked at her and even though it was from the corner of her blue eye, she had such a cold, piercing gaze it was intimidating. “You’re just starting today, huh?” the blonde asked and sat up, dusting herself off. “Y-yes… I just transferred…” “What’s your name?” “Helen… Helen Devine.” “Devine? What a silly name,” the other girl said walking closer, showing she was three inches taller. “Are you going to tell on me?” “T-tell?” Helen was shaking, she seemed like a dangerous person, the way she looked at her, the way she spoke and because she had to look up at her, it made her all the more intimidating. Helen started to back away but the other girl grabbed her left wrist with her right hand before she could take more than one step. The grip was tight but not painful. “Will you tell them, when you get to school, that you saw me smoking?” “N-no! I mean, I don’t even know you so…” “Stella Moore. Now, are you going to tell?” “Of course not but smoking is bad for you.” “I can’t really trust you, can I?” Stella said and grabbed her chin with her left hand while she put her right arm around her waist. “I’ll have to make sure you don’t,” she added and kissed her. Helen froze when she felt the other’s lips on hers, her cheeks turned red and her eyelids fell slightly, even if the person kissing her was a girl too, it still felt amazing. “There,” Stella said after pulling away. “Now if you tell anyone I was smoking, I’ll tell everyone you kissed a girl.” After that she released Helen and left. The shorter girl fell on her knees, her eyes still half closed, as she watched the other getting further and further away.