New Girl (discontinued)

Chapter 2: Bloody knuckels.

After lunch I think the day went pretty well. I met new people made more friends and did everything a new kid is supposed to do. Which means i got lost on my way to the bathroom. For half an hour. aof corse since it is the begining of the school year I got a ton of homework to do. everyone gets an unlimited supply of homework that makes everyone claw thier eyes out. And I was pretty busy after school. Basicly I went supply shopping for two hours , like everyone else, cuz these teachers make you buy a ton of stuff you are not even going to use. In total I spent four entire hours doing my homework. After I finished all thatI went web surfing for job. I mean every girl needs a job right. You need it to get money and buy things nobody will get for you. He never gave us anything. He always kept it all for himself. That bastard. He even took the money she earned working. But she was smart. She saved some money and left.

Josh came in interupting my train of thought before it got any worse.

"Could you stop spazzing and, woah what happened to your hand." I looked down and found that my knuckels were bleeding. There was also a dent in my desk about the size of a fist.

"I guess I punched my desk."

" come on you got to clean that thing before it bleeds all over the carpet." Who knew he cared about the carpet. He came in close and grabbed me hand bringing it up to his face. What the fuck are you doing?

"I'm taking a look at your cut. come on we need to wash it for a better look."

"What makes you think you are the cut expert?"

"The fact that I am on the football team and we withstand more cuts and bruses than you have ever had in your 16 year old life all at once." He looked at me smugly with one blond eyebrow rased and his blue eyes twinkling. Why do boys always get the gorgious eyes and I'm stuck with the ugly murkey brown ones. what an I saying. his eyes are hideous don't think like that.

"Fine." And he then dragged me into the bathroom. He grabbed me by the waist and set me on the counter.

"Damn your mad heavy. What the fuck did you eat!"

"Hey!" Wow. He really did have to be an asshole every second of the day.

"I'm just kidding. Your not even that heavy to me." great now he's the fucking hulk. This kid has a huge ego.

He starts wetting a cloth and pressing it against my knuckles. there is blood soaking into the fabric and then he takes another look.

"Damn you split your skin pretty bad. This is gonna take a while to heal." Thank you for stating the obvious mister know it all.

"Just hurry and finish. Owwww. God why? That hurts." The stinging sensation is painful as he puts the hydrogen peroxide on my wound.

"Stop being a baby and take it unless you want an infection." He looks up at me all serious and I cant keep the giggles in anymore. the most immature guy I have ever met is not only bandaging my injury but also being serious for more than two seconds. this is new.

"I am not being a baby. It just hurts pretty bad thats all."lets just see how long this lasts.

"Well then im just gonna wrap up your hand and we'll be all done." He takes out the gauze and wraps some around my hand and goes to leave.

"Thanks. For helping me out."

"No probs, but you will have to pay sooner or later. My beautifulness doesn't help people for free" And times up. knew it was too good to be true.

"Are you serious?! I didnt even ask yo-"

"I joking. sheesh chill. eww, did you just spit in my hand?!" surves you right for putting your grimy hands on my mouth.

"Durr captain obvious. how else am I supposed to get your filthy hand of my face."

" it's noy my fault you can't shut up when someones trying to talk. and you got to losen up a bit. not eveything is meant to be taken seriously." Course not. "Oh yeah, and dont tell anybody at school I helped you. you're still a newbie." Jerk.

"Sure I'll make sure to tell the announcer to say it over the loud speaker tomorrow.  'Hey everybody,  little joshie over here has a heart.'" silence. "No seriously, I wont tell anyone. this is just as embarrasing for you as it is for me." he turned to go out of my bathroom and into the hallway. "Goodnight!"

"Night." I hopped off the counter and looked at my right hand. he actually patched it up really well. he kind of has a knack for this, I guess. I got up and flopped down into my bed. I was dreading tomorrow. I started counting sheep and when that didn't help I started thinking of what I was going to wear and slowly drifted to sleep.