Chapter 27 - A Black Eye

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*Mihi's POV* - *Un-bolded words mean the person speaking is whispering!*

My leg healed a few days ago, but I still have slightly pointed ears. Noone ever notices them, but Michael and I have. Speaking of Michael, I wonder if he's sick, he hasn't been coming to school very often, and Tinku hasn't been very helpful in telling me if he's okay. I feel bad about rejecting Minx, but I think it was for the best.
I mean, I like Michael, but I don't like Minx that way. Not saying that I'm straight as an arrow! I'm 99.99% sure that I'm (Swingin' both ways).
"Mihi, are you awake in there?" Meyuki snapped me awake.

"Uhm, y-yeah, I'm fine, just, thinking about stuff," I told her. She smiled warmly, and she looked back at Mrs. Smith.

"Now, who can answer this question? How about... Mihi!" Mrs. Smith announced, everyone turned to look at me, and I got up to go to the chalkboard.

'37x5=___' was written on the board, so I wrote it again, but five was under thirty-seven. I wrote the process I normally use, and then I wrote the answer, '37x5=185'.

"Correct! '185' is the correct answer, good job Mihi!" Mrs. Smith exclaimed. I ran back to my seat, and I realized that Michael had just joined our table!

"Hey Mike, how come you haven't been at school for like, four days? Are you quite alright?" I asked him, after I sat at the table. He looked at me, and I saw that he had a black-eye. Like, around his right eye is purple, and I immediately asked him what was wrong, and he hesitated.

"Well, some kid in class decided that he didn't like me that much. I think it's because my father is the owner of a big thing here, so he's jealous," Michael explained. I saw someone at the table next to us tense, and I swear that he had a bit of deep red on his knuckles, but it was probably just my imagination.

"You should go to the nurse! Go ahead, tell the teacher! Now Mike, I don't want it to get even worse," Tinku told him. He nodded reluctantly, and he asked the teacher if he could go to the nurse.

"Why, of course you can! Just, hm, take Mihi with you, they know where it is," Mrs. Smith told him.
"Come on, follow me," I murmured. He nodded, and I led him into the hallway. I made sure to not let my face show any signs of worry, but he noticed.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked. I shook my head, and he put his hand on my shoulder. "If I tell you the kid's name, will you stop worrying about me?" He continued. I nodded, and the kid's name surprised me.

"SIMON?! As in, 'kid who has a crush on Meyuki', Simon?!" I whisper-yelled. He took his hand off of my shoulder, and we continued walking to the nurse's office.

"Hello Mihi! Who's this?" Michelle (the nurse if you forgot) asked me.
"Hello Michelle, this is Michael, Michael Afton. Simon Miller gave him a black eye, can you patch him up?" I asked her. She gave Mike a sympathetic look, and she nodded.

"Of course I will! I'll tell the principal about my little cousin's behavior. Just sit on the chair, it reclines by the way," Michelle told him. Oh yeah, Michelle's last name is Miller, and she's the older cousin of the kid who punched Mike. She's way nicer though, and she's basically like a second mum for me.

Mike sat down on the chair, and Michelle made it lean back. She then put a cool, damp washcloth on his eye, and he winced. I walked over and sat on my knees next to him. I put my hand over his, and I squeezed slightly. After about ten minutes, Michelle took the washcloth off of his eye, and we all took a fifteen minute break.

"Hey Mike, is your eye feeling better?" I asked him, I had removed my hand, and I was sitting on a free counter space.

"Uhm, yeah, is your leg feeling better? I noticed that you're not limping anymore," Mike replied. I smiled slightly, and I told him that it had healed a few days ago. "That's good, I'm really sorry about not coming over to school for the past few days, I was feeling a little sick," He apologized.

"It's fine! I was just worried, you usually never stay home unless something really bad happens," I told him. He nodded, and our fifteen minute break ended. 

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