An untold story

Chapter 9 - The Big Bang

We scored the same, which means neither of us won or lost.

I walk to the nearby bench where my bag rests to gather my things and head to the showers.

Yes, I am showering here. I don't want anyone calling me "sweaty" anymore.

"We need to talk," Ian says as we stand in front of the girls showers.

"Well, I need to shower now," I say dryly. I don't want to talk to him, I thought I had made myself clear by now.

"Is that an invitation?" He flirts, smirking.

"No, but if you take one step forward it will be an invitation to your death," I reply, charming as ever, and walk inside.

I take my time in the shower. I love long and relaxing showers. The water feels refreshing as it cascades down my body and I lose track of time.

I change into a pair of jeans and a comfortable t-shirt. I towel dry my hair before digging into my bag to find my concealer.

I need to wear it again, I'll have to wear it till the black eye disappears. I refuse to look like a panda bear.

I panic. I can't find it anywhere. Frustrated, I take everything out of the bag to see if I missed it but it isn't there. I toss my items into the bag again and I remember leaving my concealer on top of my dresser.

I groan. What am I going to do now?

I have to get out of here... Fast.

I grab my stuff and storm out of the bathroom. Walking as quickly as I can manage-without trying to look like a freak-and covering my face with my hair.

"Wait!" Ian yells. He's following me.

Shit.

"I have to leave. See you at school," I say without looking back but he keeps following me. I should've known better than to think he would listen to me.

"Leaving so soon?" He steps in front of me.

"Yes. I come, I play, I shower and then I leave. This is how it works," I say, covering most of my bruise with my hair without making it seem weird.

I nudge past him and continue my way. It doesn't last much, he steps in front of me again.

"Why are you-?" He starts to ask but stops mid-question. He slowly moves my hair from my face. I don't stop him because I know it would be pointless.

I know I shouldn't be embarrassed, after all, this is all his fault but I can't help it. I really look terrible.

I stare down at the ground. Waiting for his reaction. "Now I understand why you don't want to forgive me," he speaks, softly. When I look up at him, he's looking at me straight in the eyes.

His eyes look sadder than apologetic.

As contradictory as it sounds, he may be a jerk but he's also a gentleman.

I stay silent. I can't think of a single thing to say. "I'm so sorry, I never meant for this to happen," he apologizes, like he's done before but this time it sounds more sincere than ever.

"It's okay," I say and mean it for the first time since the party.

"No, it's not. I'm an asshole," he groans and runs his hand through his hair, irritated.

"I agree," I blurt but I don't regret it.

"I understand if you never want to speak to me again," he says, understandingly but I know he hopes otherwise.