Byron's Secret (Slenderman Romance)

Chapter 42. Half-truth

You guys wanted to see what my cockatiels and hedgehogs look like so here ^ 
(I crack up everytime I see the bottom photo of my hedgehogs, I took it when one was yawning and one was having a hard time chewing his food.) My cockatiels are only a few weeks old and can't fly yet because of the lack of feathers. My hedgehogs' names are Steve and Alex and the cockatiels, Dory and Astro. As for those wanting to see my photo, sorry. I'm very self-conscious :)

NEW CHAP :DDD

I gripped the doorknob as I hesitated. I managed to get inside the college building without drawing to much attention. Maybe it's because there are tons of classes active around this time, so there aren't much students roaming the grounds.

Dylan helped me cover my wounds, but I didn't want gauze all over my face, so we used band-aids for my gash instead. As for my bruised, left cheek, we didn't bother. It's painful to touch and it's not like the band-aid will do anything since it isn't an open wound. I applied ice on it which helped the color looked slightly normal. For my other bruise, my hair is covering it so it's all good.

I wonder if there are people inside . . . The other professors and I don't really talk, but seeing me looking like this might cause an uproar. I'll just have to be quick. All I need is my stuff, so I can start teaching.

Breathing in, I turned the knob, but paused when another force pulled it open from the inside.

I was greeted by Droney, looming over me as he stopped halfway his yawn. His expression synced with mine as we looked at each other with wide eyes. He looks like he's about to leave since he had his bag with him.

"What the hell happened to your face?" He said in the speed of light. Ah, there it is, the question I've been expecting.

But since it's just Droney, it's not worth explaining anything, "Could you move?" I said with distaste.

I squeezed between him and the door and walked inside. Byron is here. Though he doesn't seem to be doing anything－Oh, wait, he's reading his records. But he's just . . . kind of frozen. What the heck is he doing?

I was thinking of greeting him, but somehow, I don't want him to see my face like this, it looks really bad. It's worst than what I usually look like－that means really, really bad. Like, it's horrible to even look at.

I kept my head low as I passed by his desk. I made my way to mine and crouched down on the ground as I opened the lower cabinet on my desk. As I was getting the things I need, I felt Droney's presence in front of his desk as he dropped his bag on it.

"What happened to you?" He asked once more.

I gave him a short glance as I stand. Byron won't see me from this angle since Droney is blocking me, "Y'know . . . stuff." I mumbled, hoping he'll get that I don't want to talk about it.

"What stuff?" He pried, "And what are you doing?" He gestured at the things I placed on my desk.

"Getting ready for class." I ignored his first question and blankly answered.

". . . Isn't it time for you－and everyone－to go home?" Droney muttered in confusion.

Puzzled, I took a quick glance at my wristwatch to see that my class, was indeed, over. It finished just now. I gave him a bewildered look, "There was plenty of time before I left my hou－" I stopped myself as I gathered my thoughts. I was already late when I got out of the shower, and it took Dylan and I a while to argue about using band-aids or gauze. I didn't check the time before I left.