Academy's Assassin

{8}

I spent the rest of the weekend half conscious, completely zonked out on pain medicine. Monday came around, which I stayed up in the bed at least somewhat conscious every few hours, and it wasn't until Monday night that I knew I needed to go home and actually sleep. I wasn't sure when Phil was going to force the Toma and Blackbourne team to stay in a home together, nor what home, but I knew I needed to go to my own home for a little while.

It had to have been ten at night, the guys gone home a long time ago, when I switched off my heart monitor and took out my IV again. I slipped into leggings and a long sleeve t shirt, well aware of the incoming cold air that was currently attacking Charleston, before a pair of shoes and slipping down the hall. I took the elevator before signing myself out, smiling to the receptionist after calling a cab.

Once he pulled in front of my house I slipped him cash, smiling and forcing my still sore body up the walk and into the home. I blew out a breath before pushing my legs up the stairs, making myself take a bath before lying down in bed.

My eyes weren't shut for what felt like more than two hours before my alarm went off, a huge groan escaping me as I pushed myself out of the bed and into the closet. I let myself dress in sweats today, not even bothering to hide the bruises covering my face. I was too tired and too sore to truly care.

I walked down my stairs with stiff joints, thanking the coffee gods as I sipped the bitter happiness and slipped into my car. The ride was short, my car pulling into the busy parking lot twenty minutes or so before the bell rang. I rolled my eyes as I watched the students, how the hell this school has even lasted this long astounds me.

I step out of the school and flip my hood up, ducking down as I flutter through the group of students. I have no idea whether the guys will be here, but my phone is currently MIA so I have zero clue on how to contact them just yet. My feet take me to my homeroom, ducking down into my seat just a She bell rings.

Luke and North are no where around me, so I have to assume they're not here. I look up to only have my eyes widen, the teacher standing up front is definitely not my usually teacher. Mismatched eyes and chocolate hair stare at me, wide eyes staring me down.

"Shit." I mutter as the room quiets down, his throat clearing sounding throughout the room.

"Hello, I'm your new Homeroom teacher as well as school activities instructor, Mr. Weiland." A few girls straighten at his southern drawl, a few buttons deciding to go missing and disappear suddenly.

Girls.

I roll my eyes at them before tugging my hood down even more, listening to Marc begin to go down the roster. I scrunched up my face as I felt my shoulder tinge, my palm laying flat against it as my shoulders hunched. I knew this probably wasn't a good position for my wound, but I couldn't really find it in me to care.

The bell rang shortly after Marc finished calling roll, my eyes simply squeezed shut as my arms pushed me up and out of the chair. I waited till most of the class had shuffled out before making my way up the aisle, sending Marc a small smile. He quickly texted something on his phone before rushing over to me, his hand softly gripping my arm.

I flinched back, my eyes wide and alarmed as I stared at him. "You need to go home, you're not healed!"

I rolled my eyes as I took a step closer to the door, a shrug playing on my shoulders. "I'm close enough, now, I have school like a normal teenager."

I skirted around him and out the door into the mass of students, my eyes flickering around. I tried to take in every piece of the school, the molding walls and high students. The drug deals I saw right in front of my eyes without any hiding. This place was disgusting, and was actually ruining any of the children that passed through it.