DAMAGED

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗

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Kassie's POV

The bell rung to leave to class, and Mr. Frank stood by the door, yelling, "Everyone, please remember that I've assigned a report due tomorrow about Pablo Picasso with the person next to you."

Wolf finally broke his spell and gazed at me, and my cheeks turned pink.

Wait, what? Did I just blush? Why do I feel so happy? Whatever. I blush for everything.

He raised an eyebrow at me. He must've noticed.

"Um, I was just-" I began, nervously.

He rolled his eyes and got insanely close to me.

I felt like closing the 3-inch gap between us, but I was still in complete control of my body and I wouldn't cave in to the heat of the moment.

"Where do you want to do the project?" He asked.

"M-My place," I stuttered. "If that's okay."

He got closer.

How do I suddenly like him? Wait, no, this is probably just the heat of the moment. He's too unpredictable; one moment he looks like he's having a flashback and then the next, he's back to normal.

"Whatever you would like, baby," he mumbled softly as we got up to go. His breath smelled like mints.

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I walked happily out of my last period, re-playing the scenario in art class in my head.

Why do I keep getting butterflies?

I knew the answer but I hoped it wasn't true.

I couldn't suddenly like him, right? That's impossible, right? I mean, it takes time.

As the bell rang for break, I passed him making out with the girl who's name I learned was Esperanza.

Oh.

I inserted the cents into the vending machine, buying myself some Lays potato chips.

I tried to think about whether I liked Wolf or not.

We didn't kiss or anything, and the butterflies don't really mean anything.
They probably mean I eat way too many chips.

I grabbed the snack and walked out of school.

I was on my phone, texting Lucy, when I bumped into someone and my chips clumsily fell to the floor.

I bent down to pick up the bag to see if there were any left, but a voice behind me said in a very mocking tone, "Don't throw your chips on the floor. That can harm the birds."

I glared at Wolf, who was standing there with an amused look on his face.

"Idiot," I mumbled. "Why don't you go talk to Mrs. Want instead?"

My face turned a dark shade of red as I realized my jealousy caused me to say that out loud.

"Who's 'Mrs.Want?'" He asked me just as Esperanza came up from behind him.

Speak of the devil.

"Wolf, I really want to have sex with you again. Please," She whined in that annoying pitchy little voice, throwing in a fake giggle to top it off.

"Oh, look at that. I've answered my own question," Wolf muttered sarcastically as he turned to face her.

"You said you'd leave me in peace if I gave you one last kiss. Now can you leave me alone?" He spoke every word with annoyance written in his voice.

I felt relief to know why he kissed her, then reminded myself that I had no reason to feel anything about this.

Esperanza scoffed. "Are you doing this to get little miss Goody-Two-Shoes here to go with you? Because, honey, you're pretty much wasting your time. She's a year below us anyways. You can do so much better."

Am I that bad?

I looked at the ground in embarrassment.

"I gotta go," I said quietly before running to my car and slamming the door.

I couldn't leave yet; Wolfie had to come with me to do the stupid report.

I took off my sweater, my wrist scars showing. I was staring at it when Wolfie finally opened the door.

"Move. I'm driving." He ordered.

"Okay, if you want."

"What the fuck's on your wrist?" He asked once I moved and we were both seated.

I covered it quickly, but he didn't start the car. Instead, he forcedly grabbed my wrist to examine it, and despite my efforts, he held it there easily.

"Why?" He asked as I felt my heartbeat increase.

Memory fragments of my parents' funerals flashed quickly through my mind.

I remained quiet.

"Hey, I understand," he told me. "At rehab, they-they make you talk about it. Supposed to make you feel better or some shit—that-that's a lie 'cause it never does, like, you just relive it. Sucks."

"Exactly," I spoke quietly and nodded, agreeing with him for once.

He brought my wrist closer and kissed it softly.

"Hopefully, they will heal soon." He mumbled, his tone gentle.

My heart melted at his actions.

"I haven't done it in a while," I murmured.

"Put your seatbelt on."

"No."

"Then we're not going anywhere. I don't want you to get hurt, Kas."

"Alright, fine." I said, putting it on. "Did you just call me Kas?"

"I felt like it," he smirked jokingly, and I blushed.

Yep. I think I'm in love with him.