Chapter 1

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Y/n's POV:
"Ow, stop!" "It's gonna sting but I need to dry the blood." "Maybe be a little bit more gentle?" "Okay" I heard a sarcastic voice say from under the bleachers. I crawled in under the row of seats and found two similar looking boys sitting under them with one dabbing a wet tissue on the other one's eyebrow. It looked like he had a nasty cut and a purple-brown bruise forming around it. "Hey, are you guys okay?" They looked at me, startled. "Fine." "That cut looks nasty. I have a first aid kit in my car if you want it?" "We're fine" the boy with the nasty cut snarkily answered. "If you wouldn't mind that would be great." the other boy said. I walked over to my car and came back with the kit."Here you go um.." "Grayson" the uninjured boy said, smiling. "And he's ethan" Grayson said pointing and his injured friend. "He's my twin brother" "I was thinking you looked similar" I said with a giggle. "Are you okay? What happened?" "It's none of your business" ethan said. Grayson looked at him and gave him a disappointed  glare. "Just tell her, please" Grayson said. "Okay, you wanna know what happened? A guy came up to me and punched me in the eye but instead of just giving me a bruise, he decided it would be fun to stick a key in between his fingers so he could cut open my face" I looked at him, surprised. "Oh my god, why did that bitch do it?" "We arent the most popular guys in the school. People don't really like us." "That's just wrong. Some people here are real assholes" "Why are you so concerned?" ethan said. "Just shut up, e." "No, I actually want to know." "Because no one deserves to be treated like that. It's not fair." They looked at me wide eyed, but didn't say anything. "What's your number?" I asked. They both looked up at me confused. "Grayson, give me your number" "W-why would you want my number?" "Because I obviously want to talk to you." they just sat there. I rolled my eyes and took grayson's phone from his hands. I dialled my number into it. "Here. Text me." I walked off and ethan looked a bit jealous. I didn't know why.

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