The One They Call Crazy

Chapter 8

Ms.Kee grabbed both mine and Namjoon's arms to stop us from fighting.
"That is enough out of you two! Both of you go to the principles office immediately! If you try to run away Hyeon; I will call the cops! And Namjoon, I expected more of you!"
She shoved us through the door and pushed us to the principals office. I yanked my arm from her and walked away. I can't be near him. Not when I feel like killing him.
"Get your damn arms off of me! I can walk to the principle's office by myself.." I huffed while walking down the hall.
"Before you even go to the principles office... clean yourself up at the clinic. ...your a bloody mess.."
"Tch.. well no shit, where else would I go to get cleaned up."
I treaded the empty hallways; my echoing footsteps following me. I was headed to the clinic, so I could clean myself up. I didn't just have my blood on me; but I also had Namjoon's. It was the bloodiest fight I've had at this school, so I was a bit shaken up.
I opened the door and revealed an empty room. I guess the nurse was on break. I rummaged through some drawers, looking for alcohol and some bandages. I sat on the bed and started to patch myself up.
"Go in there and wait for the nurse. If he isn't there within twenty minutes or so; go to the detention room." A teacher said.
The door slid open, revealing a still bloody Namjoon. I dropped the alcohol that was in my hand. I looked at the door and back to him. The teacher had been long gone by this time.
"Shit..."
I could make a run for it and probably get past him easily. I thought.
I threw the bandages that were in my other hand at his face and dashed passed him. I guess that didn't really phase him. He grabbed my wrist and hugged me as tight as he could.
"Hyeon, what has gotten into you? You start actually liking me, and now you're just out to kill me? What gives? What did I do that was so bad?" He asked.
"Shut up! Stop acting like you don't know what you did! Someone told me; so stop playing innocent!" I yelled at him.
He slammed my arms back against the wall, causing me to flinch.
"I didn't do anything to you! So please, tell my what I did wrong.. I don't want to lose you as a friend..."
I stayed silent. He eyes looked like they were full of sadness. He looked at me, yearning for some sort of explanation.
"I can never tell when you're serious... you know that.. People are telling me that you went around telling the school about my past.. I- you were the first person that I actually trusted at this school. So when I heard that you did that... I freaked." I explained.
"No... what? You're the only person that I've talked to that's goes to this school. The girls are fawning over me when I wave to them; and the guys don't want to talk, but fight." He said.
My eyes went wide as I looked at him. "You mean... you didn't tell anyone?"
I felt so bad.. picking a fight with the only person I can call my friend at this school, and trying to kill him while I was at it..
I grabbed his hand and walked over to the clinic bed.
"Sit here." I pointed.
"Um, why?"
"Because I'm going to make out with you." His face went red.
"No you dummy I'm going to bandage those cuts; the least I could do is fix them up."
"Oh, yeah I forgot about those. You hit a lot harder than I thought, y'know." He laughed.
I rolled my eyes and smiled. I grabbed new bandages, alcohol, and cotton swabs. I sat down on the bed in front of him.
"This might sting a little bit, okay?"
He gave me a thumbs up as I dabbed at his cuts. He did flinch every now and then, but other than that we had a friendly conversation.
"Alright, that should do it. But once you get home, change the bandages and clean the wounds. Other than that, you'll be good for anything." I smiled.
That was the first time that I actually smiled. It's the first time that I've actually had fun. The first time I haven't felt scared.
"Namjoon? Are you in here? Did the nurse come by already?" A voice boomed.
"Crap.. if she finds us in here together, she get really mad! I need to find a place to hide!" I whispered.
I got up and frantically walked around the room while the teacher called Namjoon's name again.
"Namjoon, I'm coming in." The teacher boomed.
Namjoon immediately grabbed my hand, "Lay down here."
"What?!"
"Just do it!"
I did as I was told and lay my back to the bed. He climbed over me, placing the blanket over us. I pushed him away, squirming under him.
"What are you doing? This is wrong on so many levels!" I said.
"Quit moving! This is the only way to avoid her!" He snapped.
"Namjoon, who are you talking to?" Ms.Kee asked.
"Ah.. no one ma'am."
"Okay then.. why aren't you in the detention room already? Why are you still here?"
"I felt a really big pain in my stomach, so the nurse gave me some pills and told me to rest a little bit. Hyeon hits really hard and I guess one blow to the stomach hurt a little more than most, dispite her small size." He explained.
"Fine. Once you're done resting, head straight to the detention room." And with that, she left.
"Whew, that was a close one.. right Hyeon?"
"Yeah sure... can you get off of me now?"
He stayed in place, as if processing what I was saying. He then fell of the bed. I rolled over and looked at his suprised face.
"You alright?"
"Huh? Oh me? Yeah, I'm fine. Totally cool." He said.
"Okay Mr.hotshot. Come on, we should get going now. We don't want to be late to detention." I said.
I offered my hand to help him get up, and he gladly took it.
"Yeah, you're probably right." He smiled.
I'm not sure if I was just seeing things or what, but I'm pretty sure I saw him blush..
"Hey, I don't hit that hard, right?" I asked.
"Are you kidding? You're literally like the hulk when you punch!"
"Okay now you're just being mean."
I don't hit that hard.. right?
...right???