Skin

Flirty girl

Damien finally showed his face in psychology, of course it was the same day I did as well. He passed me with a bloodshot black eye peering at me through the corner of his eye, I guess it hasn't healed yet. Good. I dropped my bags on the floor just as the bell rang in my ear. Alex of course was five almost six minutes late to class. The teacher didn't really seem to notice him come in. He looked hungover, he had the sunglasses and everything.

"Fun night?" i teased him as he sat beside me.

"Fuck no."

"What happened?" For once I actually felt annoying.

"Little brothers got annoying and gave me a migraine, kept me up all night. I see Damien is back."

"He's lucky I didn't bring my bat."

"Mister Montgomery! Misses Brass! Are you done flirting?"

"No ma'am we're just started." Alex smirked back to the teacher in that stupid smirk he wears around all the time. I caught a glance of Alex's ex in the front row lift her brow at me like the hore was better than me. It took everything not to spit at her.

"Well shut up, you can make out after class." The entire class 'booed' at the teachers smirk remark. Good thing she was a good teacher and not a COMPLETE bitch.

The rest of class I took notes while Alex kept texting on his phone. At one point the teacher threatened Alex of extra homework and his response was 'yeah okay' like he was texting someone important. After class Alex walked out of the school to go 'do something' he said. What an ass. Damien after class walked fast and avoided eye contact. I'll have to admit, Lora is fucking brave to hang around that creep. Then again the highway between her legs has been driven up so many times she might need an exit sign on her pussy. I walked out of school because I really didn't want to stay any longer, I know I might get the boot if I skip another class but I'll just be late. I walked out to where Alex had his preserved parking space that he pays for. He was in his car asleep already. I walked around the car to open the passenger door, I slipped inside without waking him up. I lightly shook his arm.

"Get up, you've gotta get to your next class dumbo."

"Mm" he groaned as he woke up. "Do I have to? It's just theater."

"Yes. Go you're gonna make both of us late."

"I never asked for you to come get me, go to class or you'll be late."

"You're very obviously hangover. Come on let's go."

"I have a migraine fuck off. And stop calling me dumbo and idiot or I might swing a baseball bat at your head. I tackled Damien down the stairs for you! My ribs are still bruised! Do you know how much he's benching? He would have thrown me across the room. And he could've reported me to the cops. So no. Fuck you. Just leave me alone."

"I call you an idiot when you're acting like an idiot. Plus I had it handled you never had to tackle him down the stairs."

"Whatever. Just get out before I yell at you." Before I could reply I pushed myself out of his car, I'm not gonna start beef with that ass. I walked back into the school and walked late into my chemistry class. The teacher, along with everyone else stared at me.

"Lady issues." I bluffed as I sat down. The teacher accused me and continued lecturing about whatever in god's name she drew on the board.

The day sluggishly continued. I felt like my head was in the sand at the end of the day. I asked my old friend summer if she could drive me home. I didn't want to get in the car with Alex today. He seemed pissed off and I don't even know if he was at school after school. Summer awkwardly held a light up to the small paper spiral coming out of her mouth. At this point in the day I was down for anything to take my mind off of everything. Summer and I have known eachother forever. Somehow she always looked older than me, but acted so much younger than me. She tried to act old all the time but I never really let it slide, she was also the worst liar in the world. Once she tried to tell me she was going to therapy. She lied through her teeth after I looked it up. But Summer was always someone you could count on. If she never got a ride she would walk, if she was sick for a presentation she would wear a mask to school. She was always reliable. Once when I was sad she brought me ice cream in the middle of the night and watched movies with me. She dropped me off at my house and I found Alex sitting on my front steps with a black eye and holding a bloody bandage to his shoulder.

"What the fuck happened to you."

"Met up with damien. I told you so."

"What did you tell me?"

"He could throw my ass in a ditch."

"It looks like you've been in a bar fight."

"Might as well have been."

"Get inside I'll patch you up. Come on." I grabbed his uninjured arm and took him inside. I took him up to my bathroom and sat him on the closed toilet. "Stay here. I'm gonna go get an ice patch." He sat there in silence. I came back with a rock hard ice pack in one hand and a first aid in the other. I jumped up onto the counter and gave him the ice pack. "What happened?"

"I saw him and I couldn't stop thinking about what he did to you. What I let him do to you. I'm so sorry. You have no idea how much I wanted to tear him a new one."

"Did you get in a fight on school grounds?"

"No, parking lot of the fast food place up the hill."

"Isn't that the one next to the police station?"

"I ran before the cops could get me. I came here."

"Let me see your arm." He lifted the bandage from it, it looked like a slash from a knife. "He pulled a knife?" Alex didn't answer, he just looked away from me. I got hydrogen peroxide on a small cotton pad and held it up to his small wound on his arm. "This'll hurt." He winced and flinched when I put it to his skin. I held it there for a few seconds then I lifted it and looked at it. "It's not too bad. Should heal in at least a week."

"What do you know about knife wounds?"

"So he speaks." He didn't look at me though. I wanted to grab his face. It was depressing to see him this worked up over me.

"I protected you as much as I could."

"Stop talking about it." I held the cotton pad to his open scratch again, he winced again. I put neosporin on it and wrapped it in gauze to keep it from getting touched by anything else. I looked over to his face. He held it in his hand that wasn't attached to the arm I was still holding. "You look like you're thinking."

"Long day. I've gotta get back home. I'm sure the cops called my mom to tell her I got into a knife fight with Damien Bachman."

"You can stay here until it blows over."

"It won't. My mom doesn't let shit like that slide. She'll be even more pissed if I spend the night at the girls house who I got in a fight over."

"You did that for your own ego. I never asked for your help."

"Well my ego must be pretty heroic because I'm pretty sure I saved you from killing a man and saved his life from you! Do you have to blame everything on me? See maybe you're to blame Viola. You came over all flirty after stalking me for months. Maybe you were asking for it." I was about to grab the hydrogen peroxide and throw it in his eyes. I could've pulled my knife and opened his little scratch twice as much. I could've killed him. No. I just grabbed the soap plate and hit him over the head with it.

"Maybe I was Alex. Maybe I fucking was."