Goaling Score [DISCONTINUED]

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szymon's pov
the same day — few minutes, lab

"Professor?! Anyone?! I need help!" I yell out as I run to the lab. I was afraid, like nervous-shivering afraid. My knees felt weak as I entered the lab in a breath and everyone glared at me.

"Szymon, is there a reason you spent 28 minutes in the washroom and run in to disrupt the class?" Professor Hilroy asks as he continued on with his work. I gulped as a shiver went down my spine.

"Dominic and Ben are punching each other in the hallway. I didn't know what else to do.." I reply. Professor Hilroy glanced at me, took off his glasses, and rushed out of the room. Martin and Breyden came up to me and flooded my head with questions.

"What the fuck happened?!" Martin asks. "How is Dom in a fight with fucking Ben?!"

"Long story short, Ben tried to kiss me and he came in and they got into a fight." I reply. I then hear Professor Hilroy yelling so I decided to come down. "I'll be back."

I run over to the hall and see Professor Hilroy yelling at Ben as Dom was clutching on his stomach on the ground. Dominic then wiped the blood off his nose and I blushed a tiny bit. This boy, my beloved, my fucking ex, defended and fought for me after everything I've done. The yelling was blurred out and I felt my knees go weak and felt like I was about to fall down and cry. I hear the door and I start to focus. I see Professor Hilroy leading Dominic and Ben to the office and I continued to watch them as they disappeared into the halls. I lean against my locker and begin to bawl my eyes out. I hid my face in my knees as the tears in my eyes continued to fall.

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