"What happened?" Charles asks frantically as I walk into the living room with tears streaming in down my face and a bruise beginning to form on my cheek where the boy hit me.
"I got jumped for defending Olivia." I state, putting my backpack down on the sofa and looking at Charles as he walks over to me. Some tears begin to fall down my cheeks again and he pulls me into a hug. I sob violently against his chest and squeeze him tighter.
"I don't understand." I whisper, my voice being muffled by his t-shirt. "Why me?" I add as he rubs his hand up and down my back.
"Was it that Ella girl again?" He asks, a small sigh leaving his mouth as I nod in response. "I'll speak to your headteacher." He states, pulling away from the hug and looking at me. He places his hands on my cheeks and wipes away my tears with his thumbs.
"That doesn't do anything. It just makes things worse." I say, shaking my head and biting my bottom lip to stop it from quivering.
"I know, but she will stop eventually." Charles assures, giving me a small smile. "Did she hurt you?" He adds, moving his hands from my face, to my upper arms.
"My ribs." I nod my head, holding my forearms over my torso.
"Let me look." He states, letting go of my arms. I take my blazer off and untuck my shirt, pulling it up so he can see my ribs. I try to bend down slightly to see if there is any damage but wince in pain and stand back up.
"You've got a big red mark, I think that will bruise." Charles says, crouching down to look at it and pressing the mark with his thumb.
"That hurts." I state, stepping away from him slightly.
"You'll be fine, come here." He says, gently grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer to him again.
"What, are you a doctor now?" I laugh in an attempt to lighten the mood. Charles looks at me and laughs. So does Max. I forgot he was here.
"Yeah. Doctor Leclerc." Charles laughs, putting my shirt back down and standing up. "It's definitely going to bruise. I think you should just rest. Go and put your pyjamas on and get in bed." He adds, nodding his head in the direction of the stairs.
"Ok. Before I forget, there's a karting race at the weekend and-" I begin before Charles cuts me off.
"Let's see how your ribs are on Saturday, and then we can decide if you're well enough to go." He says, picking up my backpack and getting my lunchbox out of it before walking into the kitchen.
"But we told that guy at the karting place that I would be going to every race." I complain, furrowing my eyebrows at him, earning a look telling me to stop talking.
"Fine." I sigh, following him into the kitchen. I get a snack out of the cupboard as Charles looks at me. Recently, I've been finding myself not eating meals but binging on snacks. I don't know why but I don't think it's good for me.
"Why didn't you eat your lunch?" He asks, holding my lunchbox in the air.
"I wasn't hungry." I state, putting the wrapper of my snack in the bin.
"You need to eat proper meals. If you don't, I'll speak to that weird blonde kid you kissed and get him to make sure you eat everything in your lunchbox. I'm sure he would hand feed it to you if I told him to." He says, muttering the last sentence while putting my sandwich into a box and placing it in the fridge.
"He's called Theo and you're basically saying you're going to threaten him?" I ask, raising my eyebrows at him.
"No, I'll have a talk with him, man to man. And knowing his name doesn't change how I feel about him." Charles says, shaking his head and smiling at me slightly.
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Racing is life
Fanfiction"I was on pole position, and my best friend crashed into me. I couldn't finish the race, and my dad was so angry. I was upset, but he was really, really upset, and he left me at the track. I had to go to my uncle's house to sleep that night." ******...
