Everything but nothing club (Fruk)

8

"No, this is worse than I thought; my sister is going to kill me!" I cried. My cheek had a giant bruise on it that formed within seconds. "It's okay; we can put ice on it!" Arthur spoke. He sounded worried as he looked around. "There is no ice in here," Alfred said.

"MY LUNCH CASE! I have a cooling pack!" Arthur said, relieved. He quickly ran across the room to his bag, and everyone else stood around me. I was sitting on a chair, looking at myself through the camera on my phone. Arthur rushed back worriedly and pushed everyone out of the way. "HERE! I WILL MAKE IT BETTER!" He cheered.

Arthur suddenly hit me with the cooling pack on my face, and I winced in pain. It felt like I was hit with a block of ice. It was cold and hard and left wet stains on my cheek. He looked at me horrified and quickly grabbed my face. "Oh my god! I didn't mean to do that! Are you alive?" He asked.

He began to shake me around as I held onto my face. His face was getting red, and everyone else stood still, horrified at him.

I was nearly getting whiplash from him, shaking me back and forth. Arthur was close to me, and I looked at everyone, horrified. "Hey, it's okay, let me help," Antonio tried to help. Arthur looked at me and nodded nervously. He turned to Antonio quickly and rammed his arm across my face.

I groaned in pain once more and held onto my cheek. "CAN YOU STOP HITTING ME?!"

"I AM NOT DOING IT ON PURPOSE!"

He looked back at me, angry, and I continued to hold my face. "Give me that! I'll do it!" I spoke. I tried taking the cooling pack, but he pulled it away. "No! I WANT TO HELP!" He yelled. Arthur aggressively shoved the cooling pack against my face again, and I shut my eyes from the impact.

"If you wanted to hit me, you could have just said so!"

"Like I said! I'm not doing it on purpose!" He glared. He held my face still against the pack, and I glared at him. Everyone else just watched us glare at each other. "Do you want me to do it? I can help?" Gilbert tried to say.

"No! I can do it!" Arthur sternly spoke.

"Okay..." everyone said nervously. I felt Arthur's hand on my cheek, and he held it gently. His face looked angry and red. His other hand with the cooling pack was shaking as he held it against my cheek. My face softened, and I breathed out. "It's okay, just finish what you were doing; I'll be up in a bit," I smiled. Everyone nodded at me, worried. Antonio hesitantly turned away from me, but I smiled at him, letting him know I was okay.

"Okay..." Antonio whispered.

When everyone finally turned away to do their tasks, I noticed that Arthur stopped glaring. His face was still red, and he focused on placing the cooling pack on my face. This kid was annoying, and he acted tough. "Why did you freak out so much? I wouldn't be in so much pain if you didn't," I started.

"Because I felt bad for falling on you, then I hit you...anyone would have tried to help...I'm just—not good at it..." he whispered. He glared at me once more and rolled his eyes. His face was red, and I felt my hand heat up. My eyes widened staring at him, and he avoided my eyes.

He did care...deep down.

"Thank you..." I spoke.

He finally looked me in the eyes, and I smiled at him. "What?" He asked. He looked shocked that I was grateful for his pathetic excuse of being helpful. I reached my hand up to his wrist and smiled at him. "Thank you, if only you were like this all the time," I giggled. He was sweet like this, and I liked it.

He rolled his eyes at me and began to pinch my cheeks. "Hey, that hurts," I laughed nervously. "Oh, shut it, don't expect any more from me; I just needed to fix the mess I made," he rolled his eyes.

I held my cheeks, laughing nervously. "What a brute," I cried. "Yeah? Maybe you are just too soft," he glared. Although he was not as scary as he would have been in his off-time clothes, he was still intimidating.

He looked charming in the school uniform and a little more approachable. If he weren't so mean and aggressive, I'd probably have been all over him by now.

But I'm not a masochist, so this annoys me a bit.

"Can't you be nicer? You'd be so much cuter," I whined. Arthur glared at me again and dropped the cooling pack on my head. "No! And because you said that, you could do it yourself," he glared. I grabbed the bag before it could fall and watched as he crossed his arms.

I held the pack onto my face, and he began to stomp off, annoyed. He was cursing under his breath, and it made me laugh. "Yup, if only he were nicer," I whispered. He was an alternative student, yet still was making an effort.

Arthur picked up the chair aggressively and stood on top of it. Honestly, he is such a strange boy. He pulled the rope up aggressively and began to shove the pin into the wall. I continued to take a break and pressed the cooling pack against my cheek.

I hope my sister does not think I got into a fight. I will have to explain it was an accident, and Arthur did not mean to do it. I think she might like Arthur a lot, so maybe she will believe me when I say it was him and an accident. Well...that is what I hope for, but I do have a history of fighting, so I do not know how she will react.