I woke up in the hospital with a C.A.M. boot around my leg. My leg throbbed in pain. I groaned and scrunched my face as I sat up. I tried not to move it. All I could think about was the pain. It hurt like hell.
The next day, I limp into school with my crutches under my armpits. Everyone asked if I was okay, but I told them I was fine and left for my first. The principal assigned me to use the elevator built into the school so I could go up and down stairs.
I walk into my first period and my eyes immediately go to Julian. His eyes were wide as he looked me up and down.
"Did you break it?!" Julian asked. I was a bit caught off guard when Julian asked. I didn't think he'd care. I rolled my eyes even though I felt a little happy inside.
"It was just a sprain, Idiot." I grumbled and sat down next to him.
"Well... Are you okay?" He says in a soft voice.
"Why do you care?!" I said in a harsh tone. I didn't mean it would come out like that, but it did. And I regretted it when I saw his face.
"I was just wondering. Gosh..." He looks away, frustratedly. Even though I felt bad, I didn't want to say sorry. We just worked on the project silently. We were nowhere near done and the project was due next Tuesday. It was currently Friday.
"Ugh, we're not going to finish this project on time!" Julian groaned and covered his face. Sighing.
"We could, uh..." I hesitate for a bit. "We could work on it after school?"
He looks at me with a shocked expression.
"Uh-" He stammered. "Sure?" It sounded more like a question than an answer. I nod and rip a tiny piece of notebook paper and write my number on it. I slid it to him.
"You can't come over to my place, so if it's fine... Can I come over?" I look him in the eyes. I never noticed how pretty his eyes were before. They were dark brown. I couldn't see their color properly in the lighting, but they were still pretty.
"Sure..." He says slowly. I realized I was staring too long, and I looked away. Why the hell was I admiring Julian's eyes? That's gay. I shake my head before continuing my work.
"How about this Sunday?" I ask without looking at Julian.
"Sure." He says again.
"Alright." I speak.
Sorry this chapter is also short:(
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The Way It Could've Been
RomantizmJulian Garcia had always been on the outskirts of popularity. Ever since his mother died, and his father's neglect, it was never easy to fit in anymore. That was until Mark Daniels. Even though Mark Daniels had a terrible life at home, with an abusi...
