Jackson's POV
" Lena!" I yell rushing to check on her. Her knuckles bled and had a few splinters. The side of her wrist was cut and bleeding as well. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
" It doesn't hurt as bad as it looks." She says examing her hand.
" It doesn't matter that it hurts, what matters is the fact you did it." I tell her walking into the kitchen to find any first aid supplies.
" Why do you care anyways?" She peered over the counter top to look at me. " It's in the bag." She says nodding to the black back pack near the table.
" I care because you're overly sensitive boyfriend is gonna see it and freak. I'll end up taking the blame for it and he's gonna wanna kick my ass." I explain meeting her eyes as I took out gauze and peroxide.
" No, he won't because I'll tell him it was my fault." She says sitting on the sofa.
She looked so beat up. So hurt. I could only imagine. No. I don't want to imagine her pain. I could only pretend.
" I know what you're thinking." She says as I lay the supplies out in front of her. I flip the cap up on the peroxide and squeezed the right amount of liquid into the small cup it came with.
" And what would that be?" I ask as I poured it over her knuckles and sat the cup down. She hissed and pulled her hand back. She looked at me, rolled her eyes and held out her hand.
" That I'm an idiot and need to get my priorities straight."
The splinters were no longer there so I unrolled the gauze and wrapped her hand." Now why would I think that?" I ask sarcastically smirking to make sure she understood me.
She smiled and shook her head.
" All done. Don't punch anymore cabinets please. We need all of the supplies we can get." I look at her and stand up.
" Jackson." She calls. I turn and face her. Her eyes fall to the floor. " Thanks." She says meeting my eyes after a few seconds.
I smile kindly as my eyes wonder to the door. There stood Kendal glaring at me with his cold eyes.
" What happened to you?" He asks rushing to her taking her hand in his.
" I, uh.."
" She cut her hand." I thought for a moment. " By punching me." I shrugged giving him an ' it's- true' look.
He looked at Lena and then at me. She shook her head at me. " Why?" He asks.
We thought again for a moment. As soon as she started to speak I interrupted by saying, " I tried to make a move on her and she hit me. I guess she really loves you."
That last part hurt to say. I know she was taken and I couldn't do anything to change her feelings. She loved him and not me. End of story. So why couldn't I accept it?
Kendal glared at me again and looked away as if dismissing me. Taking it as a warning I looked at Lena and walked away. Miguel or Mikell ran into me at the door and didn't even bother to acknowledge the fact that he ran into me.
I looked around to see Tilar, I think that's her name, and Tonya sitting in the ground next to guy Tyler. Tonya had her head on Tyler's shoulder and Tilar had her knees close to her chest.
I wasn't excepted here. Even if I did somehow gain their trust I would always be human. Humans and Specials just don't mix. I won't fit in anywhere because I'm both. Hybrid is what they call people like me. Half freak and half huey. That's how this society worked now days.

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