The Bad Boy Next Door

Part eight

Monday was going by so quickly. it was like I wasn't even in any of the classes. At lunch I decided to take a walk around the schools campus. If I'm back before lunch ends what could be the harm. I touched my finger lightly over my face and winced. Did I remember to conceal the bruise?? I raced to the bathroom to look into a mirror. The sight I saw was awful. My check had purple areas poking through my makeup and the bags under my eyes were so dark it looked like id been punched. I grabbed the concealer out of my bag caking it over the massive mark on my face. Not the best cover up but it'll have to do. As I am about to leave the bathroom the door opens. I wait expecting to see some girl I have to hide my face from but I'm shocked when Harry walks in and locks the door. "Uh y-you do know the sign says ladies right?" He looked at me with a stern look. I honestly was scared at the moment because I have this tall muscular guy in the wash room with the door locked and I don't know his intention. "I'm done playing games" his voice was deep and raspy and full of anger. I tried to speak but only stuttered. "Ever since you moved here there's a new mark every day" he took a step closer raising his hand. I flinched as I waited for collision. But the only thing I felt was a sharp pain from him wiping my concealer off my cheek. He took another step. I was frozen in fear. I squeezed my eyes shut as his hand went to the collar of my shirt pulling it down just stopping at my chest. Revealing the multiple bruises along my collar bones and lower neck. "Who the fuck is touching you" unsure why he cared or how he noticed them in the first place I wasn't telling him. pulling away from his grip I mustered up all the courage I could. "That's not important to you. Plus it's not like you actually give a fuck I don't even know you." His face hardened as he got even angrier. "What's your problem?! Can't you see I'm trying to help your ass?" He yelled. That honestly got me angry. "My problem?" I yelled back. "My problem is that you have an anger problem and a habit of making everything your business. " I shoved passed him and to the door. Before I could go he grabbed my arm pretty firmly. "Ow" I spoke more to self than to him. "This little conversation isn't over. Don't start thinking you're tough princess" when he released my arm I rubbed it with my other hand leaving the restroom. Why did he care so much? He doesn't even know me.

//sorry for such the long wait but now it's summer, hopefully more people read this\\