The Dimensioners

Black and Blue Bruises

"I can't believe you actually did that," Quilla states in disbelief.

I had just finished explaining what had happened before with the fight. Turns out someone had told them that I had intervened with a fight. Boy did Quilla and Carter want answers.

"Seriously, our friend is so badass," Carter laughs. Neither of them could believe that I stood up to the two most Alpha boys in school. The boys that no one messes with.

"Guys, it wasn't a big deal. I was hungry and they were between me and my food," I defend myself as I finish eating my blueberry muffin.

"Oh my God, that's so typical. Maybe we should put you on a diet so you don't eat so much food all the time. Seriously it's like your life right now." Quilla tsks while chuckling a little. "You need to focus on more important things."

"What important things?" I question. "Also I'm not going on a diet, have you seen those bitchy girls who eat like nothing, it's disgusting," I complain while I steal a leaf of lettuce from Carter's tray and pop it into my mouth.

"Hey that's mine," Carter whines. In response I just stick out my tongue at him. He does the same in return.

I know, super mature.

"How about important things like getting a boyfriend. Seriously you can't go on in life alone." Quilla scolds.

I scoff. "Boyfriends are the least most important thing on my mind at the moment. I just want to finish school and leave this place,"

"She is right. Besides, I doubt she'll find one. Look at her. She's so head strong and only thinks about food." Carter points out before Quilla could retaliate to my statement.

"Hey, I could get a boyfriend if I wanted to. I'm just not in the market for one at the moment." I defend myself while raising my chin and pouting a little.

"Sure, whatever you say," Carter waves my statement off. Quilla laughs making me shake my head in disapproval at her.

Sheesh such supportive friends I have.

The bell rings signaling the end of lunch break. This bell causes the students to get up and place their rubbish into the bin and their trays on top of the bin. Most students file out while others linger. Some most likely ditching and others just trying to have as much freedom as they can get.

Quilla, Carter and I all get up and put our rubbish and trays away. We then split and walk to our classes.

I have English now.

I begin to dawdle my way down the halls. Going fast enough so that I'd make it to class just on time.

Only one and a half more years of this hell hole and then I'm out. I don't know where I'll go though. I'm leaning towards going back home to my dimension but I'm not sure.

Suddenly a force pushes me up against a locker. This snaps me out of my thoughts. I look up to see who did it and am surprised. They're hands are on either side of my head and they're looking down at me. I'm trapped.

Great. Just perfect. I love being late for class.

"What are you doing?" I question. My eyes looking up at his face, curiosity filling them. I'm not scared, I'm just curious.

"You shouldn't have gotten involved in that fight," he scowls. Something flashes in his eyes but I can't read it.

Wait why does he even care. What the heck?

"Why do you care? It's just a fight." I question him. This whole ordeal is very confusing at the moment.

"I don't, just stay out of the way." He growls, suddenly defensive.

"Oh come on Dalton, you don't seriously expect me to just stay out of the way. I'm over them and they're becoming a bore." I roll my eyes at him. What's up with him. He's never cared about things like this.

"I do expect you to stay out of the way. It's not your business," his voice raises.

"Ugh, it's not like I was hurt or anything so why do you care," I throw my hands up in anger. A scowl etched on my face.

"Oh really? Show me your arms where Hayden hit," he says. His tone is suddenly calm and cool. His eyebrow raised in slight suspicion. His eyes calculating me in.

What the hell is with this guys mood swings.

"I'm fine I'm not hurt," I say stubbornly. I'm not about to lose this fight. For years now, we've never said a word to each other. I usually just stay out of his way. Never interacting with each other. We may be from the same dimension but that doesn't mean we have to like or talk to each other.

He grabs my arms and turns them so that he can inspect any damage that might have been caused. "Not hurt my ass, they're black and blue," he scowls. His fingertips grazing over the marks.

I quietly whimper as his fingers touch a sensitive bruise. Instinctively his eyes shoot up to look at my face.

"Don't get into anymore fights," he tells me, and with that he lets me go and leaves down the hall.

I slide down the locker and sit on the ground stunned. I turn my arms and look at the coloring of the bruises. Seeing that it was actually pretty bad. Now that I'm seeing it for the first time I see how bad it really is. It's pain throbs up and down my arm.

That was so out of character for him. I don't understand why getting into that fight was such a big deal to him. It shouldn't matter I'm not important to him, at least I don't think I am.

Ugh boys are so confusing.

I shake my head and stand up brushing myself off. I then sprint down the hall to English. Arriving late. I then apologise to the teacher and take my seat at the back. The teacher begins teaching but there is only one thing -or should I say Person- on my mind.

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"So, you're telling me that Dalton pushed you up against a locker and argued with you about staying away from his fights?" Quilla asks, still really confused by this whole situation I just explained to her.

"Yes, aren't you listening?" I breath out an exasperated breathe.

Quilla and Carter came over to my house after school. We've been in my room discussing the events that occurred to me after lunch. All those exciting details of my argument with Dalton.

It's still beyond me. Why would Dalton - the bad boy- even talk to me? I just don't understand. I mean we acknowledge each other in class with eye contact but that's it. Nothing more happens.

"I don't think she ever listens. You could tell her 23 times and she still wouldn't  catch it," Carter jokes, earning a light punch from Quilla.

I laugh. "That is pretty accurate," Quilla glares at me.

"Don't take his side," she exclaims, still glaring.

I raise my hands up in defense. "I'm not, I just have personal experience with you not taking in what I say," I chuckle when her expression darkens.

"Awe, come on Quills. You know it's just playful banter," Carter's tone light as he wraps his arms around Quilla. Pulling her back into his chest and leaning against the pillows. She doesn't bother fighting it and just relaxes.

I don't know how tomorrow will go, but I hope it won't be as eventful.

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Written: 15 Jan 2018

Chapter 3.... very strange behaviour from Dalton.

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