Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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A small wince slipped through Hendrix's cracked lips as I wiped the blood from his jawline. A large bruise crawled along the smooth skin, stretching beneath the curve and making its way down. His shirt was rumpled, specks of blood dotting his uniform.
A phone sat between my ear and my shoulder as I listened to it ring.
Placing my thumb on his chin, I lifted gently his head, and placed an ice pack on the swollen area. He reached out a hand and held it in place as I turned away.I washed my hand, watching as the blood washed off - taking over the natural colour of the water.
"Hello?" A gruff voice finally came through the phone and I smiled upon hearing its familiarity.
"Will? Hey." I greeted, listening to the sound of him shuffling around as if he were rummaging through a mess before he seated himself down.
"Pandora?" I hummed. "Hey sugar, it's been a while."
"Yeah, how are you holding up?" I asked lightly, though my voice came out rougher than I intended. I wiped my hands with a fresh cloth, watching the dried blood smear into pale pink streaks. The cuts across my knuckles pulled tight with the motion, and the dark flecks beneath my nails were a lingering reminder—proof of exactly what I'd do again if anyone dared to talk about him like that. "Do the others miss me yet?
"Between you and me, of course they do - you were the only one keeping this station eventful." His laugh was genuine and it pulled an equally soft laugh out of me. "I'm still surprised you decided to stay."
I pointed a finger at Hendrix in warning to keep the ice pack in place as soon as he lifted it away. "Yeah, didn't expect it myself...Don't worry though, I'll be back soon enough. You know you guys can't live without my fabulous tales of adventure."
A soft laugh crackled through the speaker, but it faded almost instantly. "No... no, we really can't." His voice dipped from bright to aching in a heartbeat, barely audible under the commotion behind him. "You'll tell me if anything happens, right? Anything at all? Because that offer still stands, sweetheart."
I lowered my voice, resting my hip on the sink and taking the phone into my palm. "I don't know what I'd do without you, Will." I softly replied, meaning every word. "You would have thought I'd count my father as a parental figure but it just seems like the world disagrees with him as much as I do."
"Don't say that-" He softly injected.
"Anyways it's all good on this end. I hope you're doing well too. Let me know if you need anything because you known I'll show up if I need to teach someone a lesson." I guided us back to a more happy conversation, forcing him tot take the bait.
He sighed on the other end, speaking up." I'm okay over here too, Sweatheart. I got to get on with some paperwork-"
"Tell me!" My voice peaked up, not letting him off that easily.
