A/N -- Braiden Green. ^ I can't remember the actors name. Sorry guys!
"I want you guys to hand in those essays by the end of tomorrow's class!" I heard my English teacher holler over all of the chatter and squeaking of the chairs. Guess the bell rang. I knew what went on in class, I just didn't have the energy to engage with the class. Slouching over my legs, I tossed my bag onto the desk and shoved my textbook into it.
"So, did you want to talk about it now ?" I winced as I got up from my desk. Of course. She had to fucking ask. I told her not to!!
"No I do not want to talk about it!" I practically yelled at her, not noticing her flinch back as I picked up my bag and stormed off. I didn't care today. I started walking to my locker to shove my bag into it, when I notice a group crowding by it. Greaaaaat..
"Excuse me." I frowned as I pushed through the group.
"Oh hello little Miss Clarissa." I growled. Braiden. I don't have the fucking time for this!!
" Hello, and goodbye. If you don't mind, I'd like to get to my class." I said harshly as I slammed my locker shut. Pushing my way through, I felt a tug on my arm. I pulled it away from the person grabbing onto me only to feel someone grab my waist.
I only remember one thing before I passed out from so much pain. Seeing his face turn white as a ghost while looking at his hands, covered in blood.
My stitches..
I woke up screaming only to find I was still in the hallway with Braiden and his group, crowding around me, saying my name and trying to calm down Braiden.
"What happened? Who touched me? Why does Braiden look like he just saw som-" I was cut off as Braiden pointed down to my stomach.
Im bleeding? But.. How?
I tried to stand up and I ended up failing and almost fell before someone caught me. I cringed as I felt a warm liquid fall down towards the floor. I needed to get to the bathroom. As I thought that, Hilary walked passed us.
"WHAT HAPPENED?!!" She screamed so loud that I flinched and tried to take a step back.
"Well, she was, uh, I, she, I don't know !" That was all Braiden could say. I sighed and started feeling very weak.
" I need washroom." I mumbled and I started losing consciousness. Last thing I heard was my name being screamed.
"Clarissa!"
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