School Hunk || Felix Lee

XIII

"Crutches suit someone like you, you look great."
"Why can I smell sarcasm in that comment?" 
"Maybe, just maybe because it was meant to be sarcastic? You look stupid today."
"Take that back."
"I'm sorry, you don't look stupid today. You look stupid every day."

She glared at me as if she was going to shoot daggers out of her mouth at me.
"You two, stop arguing, I'm trying to eat lunch," Chris butted in.
"Is it my problem?" Lilliana and I said in unison as we turned to look at Chris and he gulped, "Gee, I'm sorry."

I'm wasting time here. "I'm going to class early. Chris, you're coming with me." I pull Chris away by his arm to walk the Technology classroom.

"What is your real relationship with Lilliana?" Chris suddenly asked.
"What do you mean real relationship? All relationships are real, aren't they?"
"No, like what is your actual relationship with Lilliana?"
"What are you trying to say? We're just friends or rather non-friends."
"Non-friends? What the fuck?"
"That's not the point, the point is Lilliana and I are just friends."
"Are you sure?" He wiggled his eyebrows.
"Yes!" I looked him in the eyes.
"I don't believe you."

I turn away from Chris and the next thing I saw was something sphere...coming towards me. Have you ever had those times where you tell your body to do something but it doesn't or it just does it slowly? Yeah, that happened to me as the volleyball made its way to crash land on my face.

It was really hard too, I think my nose is broken.

Oh. Well, there goes my consciousness. At least someone caught me so that's good, at least I didn't also break my head.

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Lilliana POV

There was quite some commotion near the technology block so I decided to go see. I slowly and painfully make my way to the science block, these crutches hurt my armpits, they're really sore. But I made it.

I squeeze myself through the crowd and what I saw made my heart skip a little.

And he said I was stupid, he's the stupid one.
"Someone go get the teacher," Chris said.

A few people ran towards the sickbay but the majority stayed.

It's not like he's dying, he just fainted and has a bleeding nose, nothing concerning. As long as he doesn't die I think I'm fine. I think.

I think.
Maybe.
No, I'm not fine.

I'm scared.

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Felix POV

I opened my eyes only to see a brown wooden ceiling. This is sickbay, right? Oh, that's right, I got hit in the face by that volleyball. Why are volleyballs so hard?

I sat up from the bed, I don't even know what time it is. I take a quick glance at the clock and it's already quarter-to-three. quarter-to-three...quarter-to-three, I missed a whole day of school! How can a volleyball in the face make me unconscious for almost six hours? What the heck?

Eww...I have blood on my shirt. I didn't accidentally whack someone in the face, did I?

Then, the bell goes and take my jacket that was on the sofa and walked out of sickbay. 

So, today I came to school and slept, I didn't come to school to learn, I came to school to sleep. I walked past the year eight locker area as I made my way to the year ten locker area so I can get my stuff before going home.

Lilliana was already there waiting for the bus, I ran up to her.
"Hey, Lilliana." She looked up at me, her eyes were a bit red, "did you cry?"
"No."
"Yes you did, I'm not stupid."
"Yes you are, you flippin' fainted and had a bleeding nose." So that's where the blood came from.
"It wasn't my choice to get hit in the face by a ball, now tell me why you were crying."
"Because of you idiot." Because of me? What. Ohhhhhhhhhh, I get it.
"Do you like me?" She looked at me with her still-red eye.
"Why would I like you? You have nothing worth liking."

I'm confused again.

Why would she cry because of me? Besides, I'm still alive, I'm not dead.

Why?

A/N

Can my lazy ass be bothered to write?
NO. 

Does my useless brain have any ideas to continue writing this chapter?
NO. 

Can my unbothered self be bothered to edit?
NO.

School ends at 2:50 for me, so if you thought 2:45 was early it's not. I know some people ends school at 5:00 or something.

I wrote about him getting hit on the face because I almost got hit by a basketball when I was walking home a few days ago and I thought "let's add that to my story."

Hopefully, next chapter will be better. 

I hope.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
I don't know.

Lottie