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(Chase)
When Vick and I went out of the ladies room everybody's eyes are on me. I figured out they did listen to the chaos inside the restroom and now that I'm with Vick and Hoe came out with Chance, they think I lost the fight which I did. I did lost because when Chance went in he chose to be with Hoe instead of me. I'm pretty sure he also thinks I hurt her and I'm not hurt at all. Even if I want to deny what he thinks I cant. I mean he cant see my heart breaking, can he? There's no evidence. It could have been the part that hurts me the most.
I didn't mind the sympathetic stares because I know they don't care about me. They just want something to talk about and I just gave them one. Those stares are their way of saying thank you. I didn't mind them because I was busy talking to my tears not to fall. I want my tears to stop but they don't listen.
I didn't realize we're standing in front of my hotel door.
Vick asked for the keys and I give them. He opened the door before he gently pushed me inside. I'm not talking and neither is he. I sat on my bed and I watch him searching for something in the drawers.
"Don't you guys have first aid kits in your drawers? You should have checked it earlier so you can ask some." He said without looking at me. He looked into my roommate's drawers too. Vick looked at me.
"Stay here while I ask some. We need to do something about your arms." I bit my lower lip and nodded. He left me looking at the full body mirror that my room has. I looked at the pathetic reflection that I have as I watch the lone tear fall from my eye.
"I'm not that bad." I said to myself. Okay. More like convincing myself.
I shook my head before I stand up. I took my towel with me and some fresh clothes. I need shower. I really really cold shower. Just when I finished taking a bath Vick arrived. He stopped preparing the first aid kit because he looked at me from head to toe. I tired to smile at him before I sat next to him. I raised my eye brows at him and that's his cue. He gave me a hotpack for my big bruise on my one arm while he cleanse the scratch on the other. It stings a bit. Okay. Who am I kidding? It hurts. Really.
"I put a first aid kit on your roommate's drawer." He said probably wanting to make a conversation. I remained silent, though. He looked at me and all I see from his eyes are sadness and worries combined.
"Vick am I beautiful?" I asked while looking at my wound. He stopped treating my wound that's why I looked at him. He seemed uneasy.
"W-why's the sudden question?" He asked avoiding my eyes.
"Just answer the question." I said. He took a deep sigh before he looked at me.
"You are beautiful. Very very beautiful." I looked at my wound again.
"Am I sexy? Answer it nicely or you'll meet my fist." I thought he'll continue putting some betadine but he didn't. He held my chin and he made me looked at him.
