Bliss

Chapter 8: Mixed Signals

Chapter 8: Mixed Signals

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I shake my head stubbornly.

"No, no. I'm fine I said." I snap at the two blanks following me. I walk ahead, down the hall that leads back out onto the yard. I'm going to rip his fucking head off his shoulders.

I push through the double doors, with the 'authoritative figures' hot on my heals.

"Honey, you blacked out for a minute there and you hit your head pretty hard, it's not serious but you should be resting." One of The Blanks says to me, worriedly. I give her a tired look.

"I've told you once, twice, three- do you know what, I don't how many fucking times I've told you, I'm fine."

The Blank closest to me bites her lip anxiously, obviously not convinced. See, the nurse said no damage was done, so I'm not in any danger, apart from the big lump at the back of my head which is quite tender.

Seriously, it's like the size of a fucking egg. When I get my hands on Mason frickin' Matthews, I'm gonna do things so unspeakable, that-

Wait, I don't mean those kind of things. Pfft. As if.

I burst out onto the yard, the sunlight blinding me momentarily, but then they focus and my eyes immediately fall on him.

At least he has the decency to look shocked. Oh, didn't think I'd bounce back after you dropped me on my head?

Well, guess what asshole, I'm back and I'm thirsty for revenge.

Hahahaha. I sound like the worst action star ever, but hey-ho, the same principles still apply.

I smile at him sweetly.

"Oh, Liz! You're back! How's your head?" Dyl exclaims, parting away from the circle of people he has so obviously initiated.

I give him a reassuring smile.

"Oh, I'm fine. The nurse said I'm all good to go. I was just so eager to get back out here and rejoin the group!" I say with sickly happiness.

Sickly happiness? That doesn't make me sound depressed at all.

"Are you sure? You took quite the fall there," Dyl says in a concerned tone, I just smile wider and run my hands through my hair.

"Yeah, fall. But no, I'm completely fine." I'm assure him. Dyl grins as if Christmas came early this year.

"Well, that's great!" He exclaims, but then frowns slightly and looks to Mason. "But I know Mason feels really bad for dropping you."

I stare at Mason hard, he glares back at me, having gotten over his shock. Then his expression forms into a malicious smile.

That's kinda scary, I'm not gonna lie.

I'm not a liar, like him. Fucking asshole.

"Yeah, so sorry. The sun got in my eyes, I couldn't see " he lies, yet again. I grit my teeth so hard that my jaw aches.

"Oh, did it?" I grind out. Just as I here a door close, where the two Blanks have left.

'Cause the sun prevents the causes spasms in the arms, of course. That's why he dropped me, I'm sure.

Mason just continues to glare at me, and I him. His jaw is clenched so tight, I think he's gritting his teeth as hard as I am.

I hope he gets lock jaw and shatters all his teeth. Then his smile won't be so dazzling and I could maybe look at him for more than five seconds without drooling.