Because it was Love.

A punch a day keeps the douches away

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  "The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too." -Ernest Heminway, 'Men without Women'.

Chapter 11

-Awya's POV-

"A, did you hear it?"

It was our lunch break and so far my day has been normal and boring. My body composure, the random stares and the way I held the fork tossing the salad around the plate like I had no care in the world, was enough clues for a person to understand I was in no mood to 'talk'. However, unfortunately for me, my so called friend was not going to shut up. She went on gossiping, flipping her hair once in a while just to add the extra dramatic effect, like I haven't had enough of it lately. Speaking of which, I haven't seen Lohan since I kicked him out 'that' day...

"A? Are you even listening?" I was snapped back into reality when a sharp pain shot from the right side of my waist.

"What? Stop poking me, look Wi all of those stories sound sooo interesting, but right now all I want is to lay somewhere and sleep, even if it means I have to lay on this dirty table".

With that I laid my head on top of the metal surface, letting the coldness soothe my now intense headache. I was slowly dozing off when a shatter of glass against the tiled floor startled me awake. I was wide awake when my eyes registered on the source of all this commotion. There he stood his perfect angled nose and piercing eyes scrunched up in pain. His gaze was directed on one sole person while he had all the attention of hundreds of teenagers in the cafeteria. I was nervous and cautious, he was staring at me with such hatred, and I couldn't even look straight into his eyes. My shaking gaze ran all over the place trying to ignore those torturing dark eyes. That's when my eyes landed on his wrist and his Calvin Klein t-shirt, which was smudged with blood. He was cut, and with the amount of blood he was losing the cut seems to run deep. I was about to rush to his side when a strong grip held me in my place.

"A? What do you think you are doing? Remember he is Lohan Welsworth the 'popular guy', don't just go there and embarrass yourself. Come on let's get out of here!"

With that I let Wi drag me through the hall without another glance at him. My mind was flooded with so many thoughts. I wasn't aware of my surroundings as Wi dragged me through the mob of people piling into the cafeteria. My vision was blurring and I was starting to hyperventilate, I was having a panic attack. My feet were wobbling on the verge of breaking me down to the floor. Wi seemed to realize what was happening and she dragged me into an empty classroom nearby. She was trying to bring me back to consciousness with her voice but she sounded so afar.

My hazy thoughts were elsewhere ...why Lohan...just why would you do that...was he so hurt that he had to cut himself? Did I hurt him that much? Oh my god...this is my fault. I did this to him. I should go. I should fix this-

I felt a sharp pain across my cheek and I knew Wi had slapped me, "Get yourself together Awya!" She had a deep frown yet I can tell she was concerned.

"I'm alright Wi...I'm fine. Thank you...". I slumped onto a chair and Wi relaxed beside me.

Get yourself together. It isn't your fault. He's just too damn stubborn. And he's doing this to get a reaction from you. Don't give in.

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