The Dark Souls •H.S•

•- S.I.X -•

"There she goes to Mars again" I heard a girlish voice saying.

I am in the cafeteria with my group and I can't really concentrate on whatever they are saying or doing. My mind is still stuck at what happened with Harold. He called me a baby doll, I don't know whether I should feel flattered or irritated that he kept a nickname for me. No one really kept a nickname for me besides just shortening my name, so Harold will be the first nickname keeper. Why am I sounding like I am giving some sort of award to him for keeping a nickname for me? Is this how people behave around that guy? Or is it just me?

"What do you think she's thinking?" I hear distinctive voices,

"Don't look at me like that as if I am the one who gave birth to her."

"Well you both are like glued to the hip, so I assumed you would know."

"Guys, shut up and try to bring her down to earth."

"Yo best friend- wait, what happened to your neck?" That question brought me back to earth.

I look at Meg, who asked the question and then the guys. They were looking at me with mouths agape and in hope to hear my answer.

I quickly adjust my collar and sit up straight. I clear my throat and look at them. Their expressions are still the same. I let out a huge sigh and think of an answer.

"Well... umm... a heavy thing fell on me and yeah, it made a bruise." I said, well lied but not so perfectly because it was hard to look into their eyes and say it.

"Really? What fell exactly?" Ryan asks,

"I-" and the bell rings, I sigh in relief thinking that this interrogation is over,

"This is not over." Joe said, sadly it's not.

I quickly take my bag and rush outside but before I could even step out of the cafeteria, someone pulled me in by my arm, I turn to see Meg taking me outside the cafeteria.

We are at back of the cafeteria where tables are set for pupils to have lunch outside. It's a very beautiful scene though. I am now standing in front of Meg, who is giving me that disappointed look.

"Tell me the truth, Em." She demanded,

"Truth? Of?" I ask her, acting dumbfounded.

"You know what I am asking." She said, her arms crossed and a posture of demanding answers.

I look at my feet because my shoes look more interesting than her scowling face. When I look up to see her face, she is still holding that scowling face so I just sigh and look at her, ready to answer.

"I don't know how it happened." I said,

"What do you mean you don't know?" She asks,

"I don't know okay? I woke up and found this." I said and pointed at the bruise.

I uncover my bruise and show it to her. She gets a clear look and then sighs.

"This is not a bruise, it's a hickey." Meg explained,

"A- what? Like a love bite?" I ask her, in shock.

She nods, answering the question.

"But- but how is that even possible!?" I raise my voice in fear and frustration.

"Hey hey, calm down." She said and held me. I lean my head on her shoulder for guidance.

"Tell me what happened, and do not miss out anything." She demanded and I said everything to her.