SWAPPED

Nowhere 2 Go

He lowers the bottom of his hoodie.

"Oh god..." I whisper under my breath.

He looks up "Yep, they got me pretty good."

"Who...? The rabid dogs?"

He sighs, "You know who."

I pause for a moment, not sure what to say. "I uh... have a bruise cream, lemme go get it."

I leave the room and think to myself for a moment.

What is wrong with me, why the hell am I doing this? Enzo would have never helped me, so why am I helping him?

God I seriously don't understand myself sometimes.

It's not like I can just kick him out now, the guy can barely stand, let alone walk. Might as well just wrap this up already

I grab the bruise cream and head back to the dining room.

"Alright... here it is." I place the cream down on the table. "Let me see the bruise."

He lifts his hoodie slightly revealing the same bruise. "It's not one singular bruise you know."

I look up from the purple mark. "What do you mean?"

He grunts as he completely takes off his hoodie along with the shirt under, revealing bruises of all different sizes forming all around his torso and arms.

My eyes widen.

I knew it was bad but I didn't think it was this bad.

"So are you going to help this poor man out?" He looks away, dramatically sadly but looks back from the corner of his eye to make sure I'm seeing this act.

If Enzo didn't have both of his hands wrapped around bandages right now, I would have made him do this, but that isn't the case.

"I guess I don't have a choice." I give in as I twist the lid of the cream jar open.

I scoop a bit of the cream with my fingers.

This is perfectly normal. Yes, touching my bully's bare body, nothing bizarre about that. Right?

Oh god, how did I get into this situation?

Let's just get this over with already.

I walk over to his right side and begin applying it on his upper arm where a bruise is located.

I look up from it to see his reaction just to find him already looking at me, as soon as we make eye contact he looks down to where I applied the cream on his arm. Weird.

After I finished his left arm I've came to the part I dreaded the most, his torso.

I scoop up a bit of the cream slowly, trying to procrastinate the process.

I touch the biggest bruise on his chest and he quickly breathes in through his teeth.

"It's cold." He complains.

I roll my eyes, "Suck it up."

I rub in the cream more and spread it down to another nearby bruise.

I hate to admit it but he does have a good body. Not that I care, it's just... I don't know, forget I said anything.

I crouch down to reach a mark on his abs, my fingers glide over them. They're rock solid.

I quickly move my hand away when I catch myself staring for too long. I begin wrapping things up.

Enzo laughs, god I don't even want to know what he's thinking. "You're acting like as if you've never seen a man shirtless before."

My cheeks heat up. "Excuse me, of course I have. I've just never..." I look at where my hands just were on his body and swallow hard.