{Did You Notice?} COMPLETE ✅

~Day 16~

Jack POV

I thought Jace's idea was pretty good. It would be able to tell her that we cared about her and were worried about her without being too forward. Or so I thought.

She showed up to school on Monday, and made a bee-line straight for me and Jace. Her eyes were like fire but they threatened to tear up at any moment. She stared at us in disbelief, anger, confusion and all in between. I tried to stutter out an explanation but she cut me off quick.

"Who's idea was it then? Who?" She turned to Jace, practically glaring venom. "It was you wasn't it?"

I'm pretty sure he became bone white. "We were trying to help you-"

A loud slapping noise echoed across the room. She had just slapped him round the face.

Jace held his cheek in shock and didn't say another word. She turned to me and within a second I was holding my cheek too.

Her breathing was scattered but after a while it calmed down a little, and she had enough composure to talk normally. "That is not how you help someone boys." She stared us both down accusingly before resuming in a quieter voice. "I may be sad, but I'm not suicidal. That just isn't me. You didn't really believe that did you?"

The way she was staring at us made me question everything I thought. Perhaps me and Jace really had slipped up big time here. Perhaps we just too worried. It seemed like Jace was thinking the same.

"N-no. Of course not. It's just- we got so worried about you. You weren't acting the same." I nodded in agreement.

She looked us over again, and  eventually smiled  small in defeat. "Well, thank you for caring, but you needn't worry so much. Come on, you might need ice packs on those and lessons start soon. I didn't mean to hit so hard."

I didn't know what to think at all. We trailed behind her to the medical room. Jace was gingerly touching his jaw where a bruise was forming rather nicely. I frowned, holding my own cheek in pure shock. She wasn't violent at all- sure she would joke about hitting us now and then but she would never go through with it- I thought she was much too gentle. I guess not.

I wondered just how much we knew about her. I wasn't sure I was ready to find out.

It feels like we don't know her at all.