broken beyond repair

12

Trigger Warning: Blood, men

"Ehh, whatever," I grumbled to myself, "I can be a little late to my first class."

I started walking, staring down at my phone.

That was until I walked into a wall.

Literally.

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*Emma POV*

I looked up at what I had walked into and realized it wasn't a wall.

It was something much worse.

I had walked into a row of lockers.

Now you might be wondering, Why is that worse?

Well, I'm glad you asked. That is much worse because when you walk into a row of lockers, a horrible "BANG" sound gets made.

And you know what that means.

All eyes were on me.

Fuck, that hurt. My nose felt weird too.

I reached up to touch it and came away with blood on my finger.

Shit, I was gonna be in deep trouble if anyone saw this.

"Holy shit," someone said," You okay?"

I shook my head, no, not wanting the dam holding back my tears to burst.

Say what you want about toughness but hurting your nose hurts.

The person slung an arm around me and gently guided me towards, what I presumed, was the nurse's office.

My eyes traveled over his beat-up converse, cuffed blue jeans, and ratty green Nike sweatshirt; however, before I could look at this face, a thought came over me.

That green Nike sweatshirt with its distinct green color (i.e., throwup green) looked awful familiar, almost like-

[basically this, but imagine whatever, yes it's a weird green deal with it]

"Wait, what's your name?" I asked.

"Alejandro, what's yours?"

I jerked my head up as fast as I could to confirm if this was really the Alejandro I knew.

It was.

"Jando?" I whispered, using my childhood nickname for him.

"Pardon?" He questioned, reasonably confused.

"Oh my gosh, sorry," I rushed out, "My name is Emma, Emma Lopez. I mean, I doubt you even rem-"

I was cut off as Alejandro pulled me in for a bone-crushing hug.