Sting Eucliffe x Reader Book 1

Chapter 30 - A Last Brawl To Start Off The Year

To mark the beginning of the new school year and the beginning of a new drama filled semester of madness, you and every other girl in your little group of friends though up of an idea. That idea was karaoke!!!

Maybe it was more their idea than yours but whatever. You needed to look involved so you didn't have to do anything later, like cleaning up or talking to people. You needed to make room for study time and you barely had enough time for that now these days. It was either hanging with friends or smooching away with your bodacious boyfriend. You didn't mind that part though.

Who would? You were still the minor talk of the school with your bland study habits and Sting's sunshine attitude and hair. He was the light of everyone's eyes in your school. The men wanted to be him, the woman wanted him! It was the whole ordeal!

So when you get random notes in your locker or nasty comments sketched into your desk, you expect them and deal with them in the moment. If you let it get to you, you let it defeat you. You've dealt with far much worse before you dated Sting anyway.

You've had people beat the shit out of you for goodness sake. But now Sting was like your own personal bodyguard. It was nice feeling safe because of him. You don't know how long a feeling like that will last, so you enjoy every second of his warm protection. Sometimes even his hot over protection.

For now, you were staring down your desk which happened to be outside with mud all over it. You looked around for any potential bullies, but no one in sight. Not even your Sting was in sight. He headed off the the field with the other's early because you were in P.E. for the first time this year. The whole class was excited to play soccer outside, even you.

Suddenly remembering you forgot a water bottle, you rushed back to class and found your desk missing but all your stuff still in the dreaded spot in the front of the room. There was laughter down the hall and you followed it, only to be led to your desk sitting outside all depressed under cloud which looked as if they were going to rain.

No rain was on the weather reports, but that didn't stop the cloud from looking so depressing and sad. You sighed and just propped the door open with some random brick. You rolled up your sleeves and got to work. You lifted and shuffled your way back inside with your desk. The real trick was getting it back up the stairs.

You attempted it like any other person would and immediately failed and the first try. In fact, you pinched your finger in between the metal bars of the desk.

You wince and lick your wound almost immediately so the purple doesn't swell bigger and look even more scary. "Are you okay?" Speaking of purple.

"Mard?" A hero in every day school clothes holding a bathroom pass happened to be passing by and noticed your little dilemma. He walked over and held his hand out to you. "What are you-?"

"Let me see it." He says and you hand over your wounded finger. Not a severed finger but, how else would you phrase a finger being taken by a random person walking about in the hallway of your school?

He kneels down and pulls out a random band-aid from his pocket. "I always keep some on hand. Friends of mine are very accident prone. At least one of them is. Not very well tempered that Jackal is."

You smile and sit down on the steps of the stairs you tried to conquer. "Thank you, I appreciate the help."

He nods and continues wrapping your poor finger. "So, gym class?" He says, gesturing to your attire.

You look down and pull on the red jacket. "Yeah, we're playing soccer today. I came back to get my water bottle, but then this happened." You nodded to your still messy desk.