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A fist hit me square in my jaw, causing blood to splatter onto the nearby wall.
"Faggot give me lip?" Chad glared at me.
"No. Faggot stands up for himself."
The douche reached out to me, grabbing onto my throat, hard.
"For once in your fucking life" he laughed a smoky laugh, looking around at the semi-circle surrounding us. "But now that you finally have, I gonna bash your fucking head in the ground, fag."
"What the hell is going on 'ere?" A loud booming voice spoke, louder than the gathering crowd.
The shit let go of my throat, letting me drop to the ground.
"The hell do you want old man?" The bully turned towards the newcomer.
"What I want, is for to leave the boy alone, or I'll fucking arrest you," he replied with cool confidence.
The bully laughed, "and what the hell makes you think you have the authority to do that?"
"Well you know, there is the fact that I'm a certified police officer."
The shit looked around, then looked to me at the ground, hesitance clear in his blue eyes. "Whatever," he said before walking off.
"And if y'all," the officer addressed the crowd "don't go home now, I'll arrest you instead." Low mummers rumbled through the crowd before they all departed.
The tall man walked to me and held out his large hand. I hesitantly used it for assistance to help myself onto my feet.
Once I was finally standing straight, the stranger grabbed my chin and lifted my head up, until my eyes came in contact with his.
"You okay kid?" He asked, with a slight texan drawl.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I mumbled in reply, moving my eyes away from his. "You're not gonna tell my momma are you? She'll get really pissed. Even more that an police officer told her, instead of myself."
He smiled widely, dimples appearing in his cheeks.
"I lied. I'm not really a cop. I just know how to promote fear," he chuckled lowly. "I'm Jared by the way." He smiled down at me.
He was tall. He stood at, at least 6"5, he had shaggy, soft looking, brown hair, with slightly tilted hazel eyes.
"Oh, um, I'm Jensen Ackles." I smiled at him slightly.
He smiled even wider, his dimples deepening.
"Well, Jensen, I think you should get home and fix up your eye a little bit." He turned away from me "Get home safe," with those final words he walked off. I watched after him, wondering who he was.
'Shit!' I just encountered the most charming and handsome guy I have ever seen, whilst I had blood on my face. I felt my face heat up with embarrassment. I turned and ran home.