Jack's POV
I woke up with a pounding headache I reach my hand up and feel the plaster. I feel a warm, wet substance damping the plaster and dripping down my head.
I get up with a sigh making my way to the bathroom. Once there I look in the mirror and see that my blood had leeked through the plaster and dripped down my forehead.
I take the plaster off and examined the wound, it look very fleshy and red, like it was raw meat waiting to be cooked.
I grabbed a sanitary wipe and began to rub the blood off of my wound and head.
Once done I put some more cream on a different plaster and stuck it back onto my aching cut.
I then get up and get ready for school praising the fact that it's a Friday and I won't have to go tomorrow, or the next day.
Once I finish changing into my white baggy jeans, green air Jordans grey shirt, and black sweater, I head downstairs to be presenting with my hungover dad lying on the couch probably unconscious.
I sigh while heading out the door, not grabbing anything to eat.
-times kip to school cause like.... Yeah-
I arrive at school and go straight to class I lie my head down on me desk and put my airpods in lisining to my music.
The thought pop into my mind about what happened yesterday with Leo and how our first detention will be today.
The bell rings snapping me out of my train of thought, I look watching as everyone comes through the door looking for one person. There. Him.
Leo's POV
I wake up to the bright light coming through the kitchen windows. Wait.
The kitchen widows. Huh?
Oh shit I must've fallen asleep on the couch. I hurriedly get up nearly tripping as my feet tangle in the blanket beneath me.
What time is it. I think grabbing my phone and looking. Shit! School starts in 15 minute.
I hurriedly get dressed into some jeans and a shirt, shoving my high tops on and running our the door with my bag, and phone.
I reach school just on time and walk to class, halfway through walking the bell rang making me pick up the pace.
I walking into class, being the last one to enter 8 shut the door and walk to the back.
I see the intense glare from Jack, but.... It's not a glare of anger, it's more like worry and... And... Hurt!
HE'S HURT!
What happened, he wasn't like this when we had our fight yesterday, was he? Wait! Did... Did I do that!? No I couldn'tve. Right.
I sit down in my seat and look at him he's no longer looking at me he's just putting his head down on his desk and almost sleeping.
"hey dude, umm are you alright?"
I say to him slightly reaching over and shaking his arm.
"what no?" he responses with a confused looking exspression.
"what made you think that?" he says right after.
"oh well Idk I just thought I hit you to hard or something?" I reply in a softer voice.
"nah." he says coldly.
I think to myself, whoever did this will be crying when I'm done with them.
Hold on, he fought me yesterday and now I'm protecting him? What's happened to me I've gone soft for him
Oh no that can't be a good thing. What if he thinks I'm weird for being gay!?
What if he bully's me even more.
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The enemy (or not...)
عاطفيةA boy named Leo moves into a new town and starts at a knew school, The boy is short with short fluffy blonde hair. In the first few weeks a very tall boy named Jack who has long black hair and lots of piercings starts to annoy Leo. They end up becom...
