Unwanted

12

Beads of sweat dripped down my back and forehead. 8 men. That's how many thought they could fight me and win. Of course now there dead in the ditch.

"Give it up everybody for ... Rose!" Everyone cheers. I walk out of the ring, trying not to wince when somebody bumped into my left shoulder. Fuck, I got hurt!

I make my way to the bathroom towards the back. Pushing the heavy door open, using my good should, before closing it behind me. I turn to look in the mirror. Peeling my shirt of my shoulder I can see a massive blue-green bruise start to form and a small cut. I grimace at the sights of the ugly bruise but other than what it looked like, it wasn't that bad.

I hear footsteps coming, down from the hall, so as quickly as I can I cover my shoulder back up, turning around to meet whoever the intruder was.

The doors open to reveal ... the boy in class who kept staring at me? I frown at him. Why would he be here?

"Do you know how dangerous it is here? You could've gotten seriously hurt!" He states. Wait, why would he care?

Wait, can we like back up a couple of minutes, I was so confused right now.

"Why the hell would you do that!?" He ask me concern seeping into his words, as he frowns at me, placing his hands on my shoulders. Not expecting the sudden human contact, as I like to keep it to a minimal, I wince and flinch violently away.

He looks at me shocked before looking at my shoulders. Oh, shit.

"You got hurt. You're a fucking idiot you know thta right?" He states looking at my injured shoulder.

"No I'm not and I did not." I denied his fairly obviously correct statement.

He looks me in the eye. "Sit. Now" his voice was deep I knew he wasn't going to take no for an answer. I relutently sat down, I rolled my eyes and slumped in the chair.

As, whatever his name was, finds the medical kit, I sit and try to find the most logical reason as to why some like him would actually care about me and why they would even go out their way to help me. Coming up with nothing and since 'Mr. I don't know your fucking name' still has yet to return, I take it as my opportunity to escape.

I stood up from the chair and surveyed the room. I could leave right out the front door but then it leaves the possibility of bumming right into 'Mr. I am still yet to learn the name' or I could go through the window and run.

Window it is.

I ran to the window before swiftly pulling it up, ignoring the horrid screeching sound, and not wasting a second I jump.

Landing on my feet, I don't think before sprinting out the alleyway. With how fast I turned the corner I didn't see the man up ahead until I crashed right into him, hitting my head in the process.

Two strong arms wrapped around me, effortlessly picking me up bridal style. I struggle in the mans arms, but slummed down realising who it was at that they were to strong for me to actually escape their hold.

"You know maybe use the door next time, there would have been a crowd I had to find you in first." He states, looking down at me. I turn away from him knowing he was right and that I didn't think of that. I frown, yet again realising I don't know his name.

"Nicolas." Nicolas states, as if reading my mind.

"What?"

"My names Nicolas." He says again placing me back down in the chair I sat in, before trying to escape.

"Alice." I tell him, making sure to look at everything but him. He chuckles as he grabs the first aid kit before kneeling down in front of me.

You know I could get use to the sight of Nicolas kneeling before me. It's very amusing.

I smirk at Nicolas as he gives me a bored look knowing exactly what I was thinking.

His hands reach up to move my shirt out the way but I flinch involuntarily and jerk away.

Fuck!

"Hey, hey! It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you, alright? I just want to help." Nick soothes, gently and slowly bringing his hand back to my shoulder. I hiss when his hand came in contact to my injured should, and this may not have been the worse I've been through but the doesn't mean it hurts any less.

Nick slowly peels my shirt of my shoulder and starts to wrap it up after  putting this cream over it and cleaning my cut.

Once he was done I yanked my shirt back up and turned around so I was now facing away with my back to him.

He chuckled darkly amused, and turns me around so now I yet again face him.

"Now tell me, where have you been all week?"Nick questions. Yeah, fuck no! You are not getting any answers from me.

"None of your business." I spoke calmly, yet again turning around.

"Oh, but it is my business and it's my business because I say so." He too spoke some sort of calm but his much more commanding, while turning me around to face him ... again.

I stay silent. I looked to the door and back to Nick. Without much thought, I pushed Nick back and bolted for the door. He stumbled back not expecting my sudden out burst. The door swung open and sprinted down the hall.

I run through the crowd, ignoring the insults thrown my way when I push people out of my way.

I could hear someone yelling my name but I didn't look back. I couldn't look back or I'd loose focus and then he'd catch up.

Pushing the heavy door of the street fighting club open, I took off down the street.