HeartBreakers Anonymous

chapter 9: what ?

    Klarie POV

    I woke up this morning to a knock on the door. Who the Fudge could be at the door at....Oh nevermind it's 2 p.m. wow, i slept in late.
    I grudgingly walked down the stairs and to the door throwing it open.
    "What ?" I said being rude. I'm not a wake up person at all.
    "Rude, but I came to apologize." I finally opened my eyes at the voice.
    "Marcus ?" I said with a questioning look.
    "Yep." He said popping the 'p'.
    "Why are you apologizing?" I questioned.
    "I'm here to say sorry about blackmailing you, I shouldn't of done that, or tried to ruin your college career." He said with a look of guilt. That's when I noticed dried blood on the side of his head.
    "Come in. It's fine. What happened to you ? There's blood on your head. Come here let me clean it up." I rushed and grabbed his arm dragging him to the downstairs bathroom where the first aid kit was.
    "No, its fine." He protested.
    "No time for arguing. Shut up." I said while making his sit on the bath tub side while I closed the lid on the toilet and sat on it.
    I grabbed some wipes and wiped the side of his head and put some disinfectant stuff on it, which didn't even make him flinch. The heck, this stuff stings !
    "What happened to you ?" I said.
    "Nothing." He said.
    "Obviously something. Now tell me." I said with a roll of my eyes.
    "Just got in a fight." He said glaring.
    "With who." I yelled.
    He stood up suddenly throwing his hands in the air and yelled, "just drop it !!"
    Good thing my parents went to work already....
 
    While he stood up and all he squeezed his eyes shut and grabbed his side. I lifted his shirt before he could stop me and saw scrapes there and a shard of glass. All the other scrapes looks like the glass got pulled out but this one forgotten because it was little.

    I gasped and made him lay on the tiled floor as I lifted his shirt up.
    "If you wanted me this bad, all you had to do was ask." He smirked, but I knew what he was doing. He was trying to lighten to mood.
    "Tell me. What happened?!" I said practically yelled.
    He didn't say a word so I got tweezers and took the shard of glass out.
    I'm not gonna force it out of him, I suppose. He'll tell me when he wants to.
    I quickly poured alcohol over it and that stuff in the brown bottle that when you pour it over a cut it frames up white, yeah whatever that stuff is, and still nothing not a grimace or wince nothing.

    I bandaged it up and helped him off the ground as he pushed his shirt back down. We both left the bathroom and I went into the kitchen since I was hungry and dragged him with me.

    "Want something to eat ?" I asked.
    "Sure." He said.
    "Chocolate chip pancakes ?" I asked.
    "Sounds good." He said.
    I was also making bacon and cheesy eggs.

    "Want me to help ?" He questioned.
    "Can you cook ?" I asked.
    "Yeppp." He said with a smirk.
    "Alright help with the pancakes I guess." I chuckled.

    He got up and stood next to me. Suddenly he turned to me and grabbed my hand and said, "Thanks, ya know, for fixing up my cuts....I appreciate it."
    "You're welcome." I said a bit stunned.

    Then we got back to work on cooking the food.