Being Noticed

Surprise Number 3

AN: Most of the songs that are attached to the chapter don't have a reason for being there. I just want to show you a few awesome songs that you should listen to☺. But this time this song means soo much to this chapter so please listen to it and Happy reading and hope you vote!!

"Are you okay?"

A voice that was certainly not a girl's asks me. I look up and see Andrew Evans. The rich boy that gets whatever he wants, the nice sweet boy out of all the "dream boys", and the captain of the football team. Andrew's leaning against the first stall that's next to the door and has an eyebrow raised, walking up to me. He puts his hand out about to touch my face, but I flinch away. Anger clouds his eyes and he asks, gritting his teeth.

"Who the hell did this to a beautiful girl?!"

I flinch again but not by his choice of words, but how he calls me beautiful. I don't tell him who almost killed me and ask.

"Where's the beauty? From what I see the Barbies aren't here."

He chuckles and sits next to me. I pout at him but he looks straight ahead at the sinks and if he notices that I'm looking at him he doesn't say anything.

"Aren't you supposed to be in class or something?" I ask.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Aren't you?"

I shrug.

"Well I can't go to class looking like someone beated me up."

Andrew looks at me, anger clouding his eyes again, gritting his teeth.

"But someone did."

He gets up and runs out of the restroom, returning a few minutes later with an ice pack in his hand. Andrew sits back down next to me and places the ice pack on my eye. I hiss from the cold and move his hand away.

"No. I don't need it. The bruises will fade away by themselves like always."

Andrew just ignores my comment and places the ice pack back on my eye.

"No. It'll heal quicker if you put ice on it."

I stop fighting him and just lay against the stall. A few minutes passed and Andrew pulls the ice pack away from my eye and inspects it.

"It's showing less color now. Just keep putting an ice pack on it and it'll heal much more quicker."

I nod in relief and ask myself why didn't I ever put a ice pack on my bruises. Cause you never had anyone to tell or help you duh my brain replies back to me. Duly noted, thanks brain. I focus my attention back on Andrew and he's staring at me, scared that I'll break down in tears. But that won't happen, at least not in front of him. Or anyone for that matter. I ask him the one question that I've had.

"Why are you helping me? Much less caring about me?"

Andrew scratches the back of his neck nervously.

"Cause you're being bullied. And isn't bullying wrong?"

The last sentence come out as a question. "And isn't bullying wrong?" Of course bullying is wrong! Bullying causes people to self harming, mental medication, and suicides. Most people would be happy to have a friend or a person that cares about them, especially if it is a popular person. But the thing is that I've been bullied even before I went to high school.

No-one cared that I walked out of the doors of school with bruises and cuts, not even the teachers. No-one cared when I got bullied in the hallways like a few minutes ago. No-one cared when pranks and fights were targeted at me. And then suddenly Andrew Evans is in the girls bathroom taking caring of me. Giving me advice and ice packs and even caring about me. Which no-one ever did.