Ending Silence

Chapter 15

Morgan's POV

"That was hell" Diego groans, rubbing the back of his neck. "Oh please, you didn't do shit the whole time. You sat there and watched me" Marlow rolls his eyes. "Exactly. It was hell".

Luna chuckles, while I bite back a smile.

I groan when I realise I left my jumper behind. "I forgot something. I'll see you guys later" I say. They nod, saying goodbye as I turn and walk the opposite way.

Jess, aka. The bitch who hates me bumps my shoulder as I walk past. I roll my eyes but keep walking.

When I walk into the gym, I immediately spot my red hoodie on the ground by the treadmill. Jogging over, I grab it and head back.

The second I walk out of the gym, I feel a hand grab the back of my hair tightly. I hiss, dropping my hoodie as I use both hands to try get their hand away.

They walk forward, pushing my head with them. My head gets slammed into the wall in front.

"Oops, sorry," An all too familiar voice says. I groan as I slump down to the floor, cupping the spot that hurts with my hand.

"What is your problem with me? For fuck sake, I never did anything to you" I mumble, not having the energy to look at her.

"I hate everything about you. Your face. Your voice. Your personality. Your disgusting hair. The way you-" She cuts herself off, and I look up at her confused.

"Fuck off!" She yells, before running away.

"I'm so fucking confused" I mumble, watching her go. I sit with my legs tucked to my chest as I close my eyes, hoping the throbbing pain goes away soon.

After a minute, I decided I'd rather sit in pain alone in my room than in a public hallway.

I use the wall to stand up when I suddenly get a wave of dizziness.

I stumble slightly but never hit the ground. Instead, I feel someone grab my arms, holding me up. "Shit, sorry" I mumble, going to step away but instead I'm turned around.

I see Sage standing there, looking at me with a small frown. "Should have known it was you. You walk very quietly.  Is it a mafia thing?" I mumble, squinting my eyes since the lights are quite bright.

Sage grabs my wrist, gently pushing my hand away, revealing my forehead. His frown only deepens, and when I look at my hand and see blood, I know why.

"Damn" I mumble. She can be strong when she wants to.

Sage lets out a sigh, taking hold of my wrist as he drags me away somewhere again. I follow, more focused on trying not to fall than wondering where he's taking me.

We go down another hallway I'm not familiar with, where he opens a door and pushes me inside. I know at first glance that it's a hospital room, just by looking at the bed.

"How big is this place?" I mumble, just as I hear the door close. Sage points to the bed.  "I don't need a bed. Just hand me a painkiller and I'll be happy" I say, squinting when he turns on a very bright light.

He dims it, so it's no longer blinding. He then picks me up like a weigh nothing and carries me over to the bed. He places me down. "Or just do that. Who am I to stop you" I mumble, closing my eyes tiredly.

My eyes are suddenly forced open, and Sage shines a fucking flashlight in my eyes.

"That's bright as fuck, stop" I whine, pushing his hand away. He lets me and turns off the light.

"I'm fine. Apart from the slight dizziness. And the way my head is pounding. Just give me a painkiller and I'll leave" I tell him.

He stares at me. "You aren't letting me go, are you?". He shakes his head.

I sigh but stop complaining, figuring it's useless. He walks over to the other side of the room while I watch him.

"Is your name actually Sage? Or is it short for something? Like..Sageton. Or
....Mosage" I laugh at the names I made up. One look at his face and I have my answer. "It's just Sage?" I ask, and he nods.

"Why don't you speak?" I ask randomly. "I mean, I've heard you speak once. So I know you can. Do you choose not to?" I ask, and he nods again.

I'd ask him why, but yes and no questions are all he will answer.

"You glare at me when I speak sometimes. But I know you enjoy my rambles" I say as he walks back over. "Call it intuition" I grin, and he places a hand over my mouth.

I laugh, pulling it away. I know I'm right. I'm always right.

"Are you a doctor or something?" I ask since he seems to know what he's doing. Sage nods. "Really? Like, do you have a medical degree?". He nods again, and I grin. "That's so cool! I wanted to be a doctor but I'm broke" I shrug.

Sage then brings a wipe to my forehead and wipes the cut. Only it was a trick, and it's really one of those wipes that sting.

I hiss, pushing his hand away. "Dude you have to give me some warning before you do that" I scowl, glaring at him. Only he mirrors my glare, and I go confused.

"What's wrong?" I ask. "I'm not your friend. Don't call me dude" He mutters.

"You talked!" I gasp, sitting up straight in the bed. Only the room spins slightly, and Sage pushes me back down.

I then register what he said, and my smile fades away. "I know, sorry" I mumble sheepishly.

I'm stupid. So fucking stupid. Here I was having a stupid crush on some stupid guy when he doesn't even think of me as a friend, just some student who won't leave him alone.

I frown at my hands, trying to hide my sadness from him.

Sage sighs, and suddenly my jaw is being grabbed, and before I can even begin to register what's happening, he smashes his lips to mine.

He kisses me roughly, very roughly. It hurts a bit, and I'm certain my lips will be bruised, but it's okay. It's the nice type of pain. He does give my brain a chance to catch up and kiss back before he pulls away a few centimetres, his face still very close. So close, that I can feel his hair lightly brush against my forehead. I can smell the mint of his breath as it fans against my lips.

With my jaw still being held tightly in his hand, he forces me to look at him. "Not your friend" He whispers.

He waits a few seconds before pulling away, as if making sure I understood before he lets me go and turns around, walking across the room like nothing happened.

But it did happen. I know it did. My heartbeat in my ears and the faint feeling of his hand gripping my jaw is proof.

He walks back over, and I refuse to look him in the eyes. I hear him chuckle, but I ignore it.

I don't, however, ignore the horrible wipe in his hand. The one that's moving towards the cut on my forehead.

"No!" I yell, grabbing his wrist and holding it back. I use all my strength to hold him back, which isn't even nearly enough.

He pins my arms down in one hand, and I scrunch my eyes shut tight as he cleans the cut with that awful wipe. It stings horribly, and I let out a breath of relief when he finally finished thirty seconds later.

"You asshole! That hurt" I mumble, and he looks at me before patting my cheek.

"You're a weird little dude," I say, and he scowls.

"One minute you're all like, 'You look at me, and I'll break your tonsils with my pinkie', and the next you go pat my cheek and kiss me. Which I'm sure is against your work policy by the way" I laugh, while he rolls his eyes and places a finger over my lips.

"Don't worry, I'll keep your secret" I grin, wiggling my eyebrows up and down. And Sage actually chuckles before turning around and going to the other side of the room again.

I grin, a silent victory that I got him to half laugh.