The St Patrick Series Book #3: Twin Trouble

Chapter 12: No Little Boys Allowed

Daniella's POV
Getting back to school three weeks late is odd for me. For starters I had a broken leg and I had to walk on crutches. I have lost balance many times. Another thing is my broken heart. Who knew a broken heart is a real thing? I'm broken into pieces over Bruce ending oye relationship. It happened suddenly.

As I entered the hallway, I saw a lot of people staring at me. I'm a wallflower. On most days, I'm invisibile. I prefer not to be seen or noticed. But with the crutches, there is no way I am blending in.

The rumor is I have an abusive boyfriend who broke my leg. The truth, I got ran over by a car. The twisted truth, I was high on drugs when the accident happened. The point is, people are coming  up with all sorts of stories to understand what happened to me.

I stopped in front of my locker and looked at it for a good minute. I need one hand to work the combination. But every time I use my hand for anything, I ended up letting go of the crutch and falling.

"I got you Daniella." The last person I wanted to see stopped beside me. "Hit me with the combination."

"Liam, go away."

"And let you suffer anymore than you have? No. Combination please."

"Back pack side pocket. I don't know my combination off head."

He gawked at me making a face so funny I started laughing. "So smart but zero memory? Hi do you pass your exams if you can't remember your passwords?" He opened my locker, set my back pack in there and got my books for my first class.
"So what really happened to you?"

"I got hit by a car. And no. I wasn't high, I didn't look. It was my fault."

I was high... high on my love for Bruce and all the things his hands, his lips and his tongue did to me. I was distracted and I didn't see the car coming. But do I tell people all that when they ask what happened?

No.

I just say: I didn't look.

"But still, you're one tough chic if you're still alive. Fist bump."

"My hands are both preoccupied." I chuckled.

"Sorry. I did not mean to be insensitive." Liam smiled.

He isn't such a bad person. He is just boyish... so different from Bruce. He carried my books to my calculus class. Anna is coming down the hallway. The conversation we had when she and her parents visited us still fresh on my mind. I threatened to expose her on things she told me in confidence. I owe her an apology.

"Anna-"

She walked past me likeI don't exist.

"Cold bitch." Liam said.

"Why would you say that?"

"These rich kids are all the same. One moment they like you, the next they hate you. Wasn't she your best friend or something?"

She was until Bruce came between us. Until I lied. If I would have told her about Bruce from the every start maybe it wouldn't have gone this way.

"Something like that. Not all rich kids are bad." Bruce is a good man. Liam and I are on scholarship. We aren't rich kids. We are just smart. Fitting in is hard.

"Thank you Liam. I'll be okay."

He made sure I was seated and my books were set. I went through class fairly well despite the couple of times I thought about Bruce. Falling in love is a problem. It is a distraction because my mind is full of his face, his laugh, his voice... Why can't I stop thinking about him?