Broken Eyes and Bloody Knuckles [ON HOLD]

Chapter 4

°°°°Austin Mason°°°°

Amora was late on Monday.

I shouldn't have noticed, but I did. When she walked in, she was in a baggy hoodie with the hood drawn up, and sweatpants with a faded label. I smiled as she sat down, though she didn't look at me.

"Morning, sunshine." I whispered, as the teacher droned on.

No response.

"Earth to sunshine, do you read?"

She only stiffened.

"Amora!" I grew annoyed with her ignoring me, my voice slightly louder.

She snapped her head to face me, giving me a view of a poorly covered black eye and busted lip, standing angrily, screaming at me.

"¡Cállate, gilipollas! ¡Te ignoré por una jodida razón! ¡Déjame solo!" I was taken aback.

"Who hurt you?!" I was full of inexplicable anger at the thought of someone putting their hands on her. She dropped her hood. The whole class was silent by now, including the annoying teacher, staring, waiting.

"Don't speak to me!" She yells, turning and walking away, and instinctively, I grabbed her forearm not letting her move.

In one fluid motion, she sent a right hook at my face and I was too stunned to do anything but get a really good view of her bloody knuckles and studded ring as it connected with my eye.

I stumbled back, stunned, a hand our my eye.

"Don't fucking touch me." She spat as she yanked out of my grip, leaving. It seemed as if the entire class was holding their breath as I grabbed my things and followed her out.

I don't play these games.

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I caught up to her in the hall outside the teachers lounge. She was sitting down.

She had her head in her hands, and her body was shaking. I walked up slowly, careful to stay far out of reach of her right hook. I didn't enjoy getting hit.

"Amora?" My voice is softer than I expected it to be.

"What?" I'm sure she mentioned to snap, but it came out alot more broken and exhausted.

"Talk to me." Why did I care so much about this girl? I don't even know her. For all I know, she could've started a fight and lost.

She looked up at me, and I looked at her face, and the closer I looked, the more angry I got.

"Why?" She sounded defeated, and that was the last straw. I scooped her up, and she was lighter than I expected. What I did expect was her thrashing, but this time I was prepared, and I didn't even pause.

"¿A dónde me llevas?" Her voice was panicked, and I notice that when she's distressed, she slips into what I assume is Spanish. Interesting.

"Look, Rocky, I only took the required two years of Spanish, and I got a D. Translate." I smiled a bit when she paused her fighting. I headed out to my car, nodding at the secretary in the office.

Sucker.

"I said, where are you taking me?" She was in my arms bridal style until I opened the car door with my foot. I considered putting her in the backseat, in case she got violent.

No, no point in that. She could hurt me anyway she wanted to. I set her carefully in the passenger seat and close the door, waiting until I was in the driver's seat to answer.

"If I tell you, you'll hurt me. No offense, but me and your right hook are already acquainted. We really hit it off." I said dryly, a smile forming.

I barely heard her mutter as I pulled out of the parking lot.

"I've got a left too."

I chuckled.

"Such violence. What did I do to you?"

She pulled off her sweater, and I noticed she was sweating. That's weird, it's only 50°F.

She didn't answer, until I pulled up to the emergency room. I had never been here before, my family usually called a private doctor, but I didn't really feel like bringing her home.

"Why the fuck are we here?" She spits.

"Just cooperate, princess. You need patched up."

"Why would I cooperate?"

I saw a glint in her eyes, and before I knew it, she was up and out of the car, screaming

"¡Ayuda!¡Policía!"

I sighed. This was gonna be a long fucking day.