Two Worlds Crossed

Chapter 12

EZRA

Once they finally get to the English building, I stop the car engine and parks it. I lean in, ready to kiss Rachel's cheek, but she stops me, "We need to get going before we're both late," she demands as she quickly grabs her bookbag and sprints out of the car. I chuckle when seeing Rachel running from afar, then get my stuff to leave.

As sprinting to class, suddenly someone's hand grips on Rachel's wrist, very tightly, "Come on. Let's go." she begs with a smile and, thinking it's me, then turns her head, and her smile fades off of her face. Her hazel eyes bugged out in shock, "Wyatt? W-What are you doing here?" I see his blue eyes are clear but filled with evil and madness as he lifts his hand, slaps Rachel across the face, then firmly pushes her onto the concrete ground.

"That's what you deserve for not telling me that you're leaving, you little whiny bitch!" Wyatt yells. She sobs in tears when hearing his voice getting louder until she stands up. I can seel fear through her bones; her hand goes to her left cheek to see lots never be of blood coming out, "Why? I didn't deserve that like you didn't deserve me or love." she yells so loud that people start staring at them a little.

Seconds later, Rachel picks up her books and bag. Still, he kicks them away and bends down to eye level, "Honey, do you actually mean you will never be loved, " he snapped and clenched his fist to reach for her face again until I tickled him and started repeatedly punching him from left to right. Rachel gasps as glaring at me beating up Wyatt to death, "DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER AGAIN!" my left fist throws one towards Wyatt's almost bloody nose when my other hand holds onto his shirt. Wyatt groans when he tries to push me off of him until he builds strength to lift him and slams me on the ground to throw one or two punches.

Rachel stands up, goes towards them to stop the bloody fight; until three huge security guards come over, and two of them pull Wyatt off of me, "Who are you? You are trespassing on campus, so want to tell me who you are or both of you can explain the fight to the police." One security guard asks as grabbing Wyatt's arms behind him with handcuffs. I stand up, cleans off the dripping blood from my nose on my black shirt, and rush to Rachel to notice she's hurt. Still, another guard holds him down and is about to put me in cuffs, "You too stay away from Ms. .... What's your name, Ms.?" he asks.

"I was just saving her, you jack hole", I yell out as the guard tightly hooks them onto my wrists, and lifts me up, "You better watch, buddy!". Rachel walks towards us, taps on the guard's broad shoulder, "Excuse me, I'm Rachel Carson and he's Ezra Miller."

"So what?" the guard shrugs his shoulders.

"He's not the one who you should be arresting."

"Then who?" the guard asks quickly.

She points to Wyatt, "He's the one that should be in handcuffs, my ex-boyfriend and he doesn't go here. Mr. Miller was protecting me," Rachel confuses, as the guards nod okay and lets me go."; I ran to her, Oh My God! Are you okay? Are you hurt?" I ask question after question with worry when hugging tightly, too tightly that she lets out a whim, "Ouch!".

I hear her, move a piece of hair away from the face, "Did I hurt you? Where does it..." I don't her sentence until see a deep cut on the cheek and, noticing pieces of gravel sticking out of the cut on her arm with other cuts around it, "Shit Raya! That prick, we are going to the nurse's office, " I demanded as I sneaked my hand around her waist. We begin to walk back to my car, but she grabs my shirt to stop, "Wait Ezra, umm..." she stomps on her words when wanting to ask to go into my bedroom without sounding pushy.

What?

"Can we please go to your room? Going to class is too much right now," she says when her voice shakes in fear; I nod, and they continue walking to the car.

An hour later, we enter my room. Rachel hasn't said a word since the fight, "I'm going to find a first-aid kit. Please stay here, okay?" I beg her, and she nods okay as I sit on my bed, I smile, leaves the room; when I go to the community boys' bathroom to get what I need. A random guy comes in and looks over at me, "Dude? What are you doing?" he asks me, whose moving stuff is around a towel cabinet. I don't answer at the moment as moving stuff around, "I'm trying to find a first-aid kit. Where the fuck is it ?" I barked out.

"Check the second cabinet," he says.

I nod okay, open it, and find it, "Hey!" I hold the kit up, "Thanks."; As I strolled back to my room, I unlocked the door and glared at my bed with a sleeping Rachel under the covers. I smile, gently close the door so I don't wake her, and put the kit on the desk. At that moment, Rachel slowly wakes up with the feeling of pain on her arm and lets out a whimper once again.

I kneel down to eye level, "I need to put some antibacterial cream on your cuts before they get.." I don't finish what I want to say, squeeze the cream on my finger. "Raya, are you okay?" I stutter with worry, grabbed the kit, and rushed to her. She holds my face between her hands and looks deeply in those emerald, vivid eyes, "You can't fix me!" she whispers to him as her voice breaks up.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

She clears her throat and holds back her tears, "I mean nobody can fix me. I'm not some jigsaw puzzle that anyone or even you can solve.". I wipe her tears rolling down and hold her soft hand onto mine, "Shh, don't say that." I said, and wondered how long she was crying before I came in from her bloodshot eyes and mascara tears smeared on her cheeks. Our eyes connect as if they were a jigsaw puzzle, just fitting perfectly but not precisely.

"Y-You can't fix me so you are going to say, so you weren't trying to fix me because you can't. I'm broken like glass." she sobs. I shake my head side to side and apply the cream on her cheek, but she flinches as the pain makes her sad face, "I'm sorry, it stings a little."

"You have nothing to be sorry for because you didn't do anything," I answer, "Also you're not broken. Just a little banged up but not broken," I closed my eyes as I noticed I was harsh and a dick when repeating his words in my mind. Rachel signs as nodding and looking for a band-aid, "I know you didn't mean to say that, and I'm sorry for Wyatt." she slightly smiles, then it fades. I tilt her head up, grab the medium size band-aid for Rachel's hand. As I opened it, I look up at her mouth, "What's wrong? Does your cheek still hurt?" I question her.

She nods, "What do you think it's going to happen to you know, Wyatt?" she asks, moves a piece of her brown hair away from her face, and I shrug my shoulders from not wanting to repeat the wrong thing and see some gravel rocks sticking out a little, underneath her short-sleeve shirt. I gasped at the moment when seeing it, "We have to get this cleaned up if I ever find tweezers." but I don't find anything in the small thing; "Did you find anything?" she asks when she sees the frustration on my face. I sign, "Bad news I think I have to get them out but it will hurt." I say and she nods.

After cleaning each other's wounds, I finish up by putting a bandage on her arm and kissing it to make it feel better, "Thank you for today. Now I've missed a whole day of classes due to shit." she grunted as rubbing the back of her neck, then I removed her hand away and continued massaging her neck and she smiled.

"That feels good, really good." she comments. I lean down and kiss her collarbone, "I-I think I need to go to c-class," she begins to lose from my tongue marking on her skin. Once I'm done, there's a light mark on there, " I don't think going to class is a good idea." I say when holding a smirk. Rachel gently kisses my lips, "I agree, but I'm getting tired again," she grabs her purse and starts moving things.

"What are you doing?"

"I am trying to find my phone." she responds.

I cough, point at her phone on the ground, and say thanks and groan when reading 10 am.

"Go back to sleep; I'll sleep on the other bed," I walk over to the bed until Rachel grabs the back of my shirt, and we are face to face, "Slow down, Ms. Carson." I seductively say and lay down next to her. Rachel smiles, her hand scoops around his lower back, underneath my bareback, and keeps going up. Still, Ezra's strong hand stops her, "I don't like girls.. I mean people touching my back," I demand.

She nods, "I won't touch there. I'm sorry."; She looks so deeply into my eyes, at the moment her eyes get drawn into the ink on my toned body, and tracing them with her index finger. They both smile as both fall asleep with Rachel's head on my chest.