After the fight I head home. When I walk through my door my mom is in the kitchen cooking dinner. I smell the pot roast and my mouth waters.
My mom tells me that dinners almost ready so I go upstairs and change. When I get back downstairs shes setting the table. She says, "So how was your day?" "It was good."
That's all we say and I go to room to get ready for bed. I hear a tap on my window. My first thought is who the heck is at my window at 10 at night.
When I open it I almost scream and slam it shut. It's trevor and he's beat up pretty bad. I pull him through my window and help him lay down on my bed.
I give him some space and ask, "What happened?" He just grunts so I take that as my cue to shut up. I get some hydrogen peroxide, cloths and bandages to clean him up.
He says, "I'm fine." I say "your obviously not so please just let me help you."
I start cleaning up the cuts on his face, then I move to his knuckles and wash them and wrap them in gauze. When im done I clean everything up and when I look up I realize he's been looking at me this whome time. My face instantly heats up and I go to lay on my makeshift bed.
He asks, "Why are you on the floor?" I tell him, "Because I want to." He doesn't question me any further and I barely sleep that night.
When I awake that morning I look towards my bed and he's gone, a note left in his place, he didn't even have the decency to tell me thank you in person. The note says, "Reagan, thank you for your help, I owe you."
One thought pops into my mind... How the hell did he know where I lived. And why did he come to me and not one of his friends. And with that last thought I head to school as confused as I've ever been.
A/N ahhh this just popped into my mind so I had to get it down Ima try an update when I can but comment and vote!! Criticism is appreciated since this is my first book I'm writing I'd love it so thanks to everyone reading this!❤
