I'm sorry but I have to..

Chapter 9

When the bell rings I pack up my notebook and started to walk out of the room, but before I reached the door I feel someone grab my backpack strap. I whip my head around and meet the eyes of the latecomer. I fix my backpack straps and roll my eyes. 

"Can I help you?" I say with annoyance.

He didn't reply, he just kept staring at me, almost like he was studying my face. It was kind of freaking me out. He reached out and stroked my cheek looking at the bruising, I pulled my head back and slapped his hand away. He just stared at me, not saying a word. 

"What's your name? Since you won't let me go," I say as I fix my backpack strap again. 

"Austin Reed Williams, everyone calls me Reed, but only a few call me Austin, and you are one of them. What's your name?" He asks finally letting go of my bag straps. 

"Emmalyn," I reply curtly. He just tilts his head almost like he was trying to figure out my entire life.

I give him a confused look but don't say anything and start walking away, hoping to still get to my next class on time. I don't look back to Austin until I turn the corner, he's just looking at the floor, lost in his train of thought. Almost like he could feel my eyes on him, he looked at me, and I just turned my head and continued walking to class.

I finally got to class two seconds before the bell rang. 'Just in time, thank God' I thought to myself. Sadly the class just droned on and on. As the teacher keeps talking I feel my eyelids drooping until I no longer see or hear anything.

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Thank goodness I'm a light sleeper as I jolted up as the bell rang and collected my things, zipping my bag up as I walk out the door and walk down the long, student-filled, hallway. My zipper catches on a piece of paper, making me look down at my bag and not where I'm going, running into a wall, or so I thought. The next thing I know I'm laying on the school floor, trying to get the ceiling to stop spinning. 

I feel someone shake my shoulder, which doesn't fucking help, like stop fucking touching me. I try to sit up but I am forced back down, hitting my head harder this time on the floor. I look down and see Austin moving the group of people back that is now surrounding us. 

"Move the fuck back and go to fucking class!" Austin yells making me flinch and groan at the sudden movement. Once every student is back to running to class, Austin turns back to me and tries to pick me up, but I groan in protest, not wanting to throw up from the movement. He sets me back down but this time to where my back was supported by the wall. I push my legs up and set my elbows on them while I hold my head. 

"Shit, I didn't mean to knock you down. I just wanted to talk to you." Austin told me as he ran a worried hand through his hair. It was weird to see him so worried, even though I didn't know anything about him other than his name. I look at him as he runs his hands down his face. 

"I think I'll be okay," I say starting to stand up, using the wall to slide myself up. I start to get light headed and almost fall, but I don't, I do, however, feel two hands resting on my hips which make me flinch and pull away. Austin looks at me with confusion but doesn't say or ask anything. 

"I'm already late to class, I need to go," I tell him as I pick my bag up. He doesn't say anything as I walk away, but the farther down the hall I get the dizzier I feel. I can tell I'm now using the wall to keep myself up, hopefully Austin was already on his merry way to class and wasn't watching me struggle. I managed to make it to the end of the hall before my vision started failing me. I stopped moving in hopes of getting my vision back but sadly my luck for the day has run out and all I hear before I fall is Austin yelling my name. 

Well shit balls, this is gonna hurt.

Thud, echoes through the hallway as I land.