broken beyond repair

13

Trigger Warning: Anxiety, yelling, self deprecating thoughts 

We ate lunch together with Diya's constant babble in the background.

It was nice.

Scratch that it was until an idiotic man showed up.

Well, you can guess who it was.

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*Emma POV*

It was Enzo.

This dude has got to stop meeting me like this.

Eh, whatever, we're twins or something, so I guess I have to be nice to him.

"What," I said.

He stared at my face for a moment, before saying "What happened to your nose?"

My nose was currently covered in some gauze, which im pretty sure made me look like I had a nose job.

Well, this put me in an interesting position. I could tell the truth and be laughed at (my anxiety says no), or I could make things more interesting. It was always amusing to see these boys being overprotective.

Choosing the latter, I shrugged my shoulders.

"Come with me."

Well, gosh, Diggity darn, just when I was going to have a nice lunch.

Well, missing school > food.

Just kidding, food is better than anything.

I gave Diya and Hollis an apologetic smile before following Enzo, who had taken off already.

We ended up walking into the cafeteria, which was deafeningly loud.

Some time ago, I had caught up to Enzo, and he grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the table in the middle.

Jeez, I just wanted to sit; what the heck was Enzo doing.

Enzo steered me towards the other brother I didn't want to see right now.

Antonio. Why the heck did he bring me to Antonio?

Enzo gestured towards my nose before saying,

"Non mi dice cosa è successo, ma sembra rotto." (She won't tell me what happened, but it looks broken.)

Antonio said something to the rest of the people at his table before nodding at Enzo and walking with us.

I trailed behind, wondering again where we were going.

We were now in the foyer, and I was still wonder-

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh no, no, no no, no.

This was really bad.

We were leaving school in the middle of the day.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I was in deep shit.

I started walking even slower, and that must have pissed off Antonio because he grabbed my wrist and started pulling me after him.

What is it with this dude and grabbing my wrist.

He was speed walking across the parking lot, which meant I was practically running after him.

His grip kept getting tighter and tighter until it was borderline painful.

And that's when I had enough of this.