Chapter 3

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    The following day Kinly didn't show for school. It was kind of expected of her. Brody on the other hand showed and switched his schedule around. Apparently his old schedule consisted of Kinly every hour. So the only classes left seemed to be 75% of my classes. The day went by at a dragging pace not having someone to talk to. After grabbing my bags from my locker I headed to my car.
    "Laura! Wait up!" Brody jogged over to my side. He began to speak again. I didn't notice though, instead I took long deep breaths of his intoxicating cologne. Before I knew it I was on the ground. I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking and tripped over loose gravel. My knee began to bleed.
    "Shit, Laura! Let me help you to your car." Brody lifted me off the ground. Setting me in the passenger seat.
    "Why didn't you set me on the drivers side?"
    "I'm driving you home and clean up your leg."
    "Oh, okay. I guess."
   
     On the ride to my house, my leg began to burn. I winced as the pain grew stronger. I only lived two miles from the school, so the ride wasn't long. Brody opened my car door and helped me up the pathway. Once inside, I directed him to my bedroom.
    "The peroxide and bandaids are in the top cabinet in the bathroom."He dampened a washcloth with the peroxide and dabbed the cut. I winced at the sting.
    "Sorry. I'm almost done, just need to add a bandaid." Brody places the three bandaids covered the cut he rubbed my leg. He looked up at me holding strong eye contact. I watched as his adam's apple moved up and down ridgedly. The room began to increase in temperature rapidly. Brody leaned in and kissed each band aid, causing a hitch in my breathing. Brody noticed, then he quickly stood up and walked down the hall towards the front door.
    "I better head out and get my truck." I had completely forgotten that he drove me home.
    "Right, sorry. Would you like me to drive you back up to the school?"
    "No, I need a breather. I'll walk." And just like that he walked out the door without a goodbye. Damn.

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