That's Miles to you Ms.Davis

Chapter Twenty-Two

I walked into third hour, miles class, twenty minutes late and everyone stopped to stare at me, which is to be expected. The door closed behind me and Miles turned, as if he had just noticed someone was in his classroom. His eyes widened slightly and his jaw went slack.

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Grayson." I mumbled and headed to my usual seat at the back of the classroom. This seemed to snap everyone out of the trance they where in and Miles continued his lesson.The bell rang and everyone jumped out of their seats, well everyone but me, since Miles asked me to stay after class to talk to him. Once everyone left the class, I stood up and began to collect my things while Miles closed the door. I walked up to the front of the room and leaned on the desk.

"Sorry I was late. I overslept."

"I don't care. What the hell is wrong with your face?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it today."

"How did you put make up on?"

"I can do it without a mirror."

"Does your face hurt at all?"

"Like a bitch." He pulled his phone out of his pocket and did something on it before holding it up to me. I grimaced. Both my eyes were black, my nose pushed in slightly, no doubt broken, my lip was split open and two bruises on each side of my face.

"There's probably one on my stomach too, but I'm afraid to look."

"Can I?" He said grabbing the bottom of my shirt. I nodded. He liftred it slowly and sucked in a breath.

"Jesus Christ girl! Did you get in a fist fight with the hulk?" I looked down and my stomach sank.  Most of my abdomen was cover in a very colorful bruise, that also stuck out about an inch and a half from my stomach.

"Aubrey what happened?" Miles asked, looking at me with the most concerned look I have ever seen on anyone.

"Its just work." I whispered and pushed my shirt down. I couldn't tell him, he wouldn't understand, he would tell me to stop, he would try to 'protect' me.

"Aubrey this isn't safe."

"I know that, that's why I haven't told you were I work. I can't put you in that kind of danger." He sighed and rubbed his hands over his face.

"At least go see a doctor about your nose and that, whatever you you classify that on your stomach as."

"I can't. I can't afford it, I refuse to ask my parents for an insurance card, and they would ask for the story anyways, besides, I already have a cast.

"When does that come off?"

"Its been on for two weeks so, four weeks."

"What if your nose heals like that?"

"What if it does? You think that the way it was before, is how I was born?"

"Yeah, well I guess I just assumed that it was." I grinned.

"It wasn't. I had a long nose, like my mom."

"Well can I at least take you to the nurse?"

"Shell just tell me it go to the hospital."

"Who the hell where you fighting?

"My boss. odly enough."

"Why?"

"Its part of the job."

"I'm guessing he won." A huge, mechivious grin spread across my face.

"You should have seen him.His skin was bruised before he even left the place."