Him & I

- CHAPTER 9 -

- T R U T H S -
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Olivia
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Lunch eventually swung around and I think that by the end of science, Bobby had gotten the message that I didn't want anything to do with him. However, I did soon realise that he probably needed a chance to explain himself. I owed him that at least.

I stepped into the dining room, quickly realising that he obviously wouldn't be there and so I decisively marched out to our tree...before stopping dead in my tracks.

My eyes landed on a curled up Bobby, trembling at the foot of the tree while Patrick loomed over him. His glasses were a few feet away from him and his book was strewn across the lawn. Before my mind had caught up with my body, I was charging towards the bully who was none the wiser of my approach. I leapt into the air and jumped onto his back, forcing him to the ground. I attempted to get a hit in but Patrick had shot his arm up, effectively punching me the eye. I fell backwards and hit my head on a protruding root of the tree.

A sudden wave of dizziness struck me and tears pricked at my eyes as I lay there trying to asses what was happening. I heard shouts as the school nurse's face popped into my eye sight, shining a torch into my eyes.

"Keep them open please, Olivia." She ordered, resting a warm hand on my cheek to keep my head still.

There was a gentle pressure on my hand and I looked over, against the words of the nurse, to see why my hand felt weird.

He was staring right into my eyes, a gentle smile on his face, but I could see the worry in his eyes...and the bruise on his jaw.

Mr. Cross, the sports teacher, had been called over to carry me to the medical room, seeing as I wasn't able to stand up by myself. Bobby followed behind; the nurse wanting to check his face out.

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It was just us in the room: Bobby and me - The nurse had been called to some classroom where a boy had thrown up all over the desk. Shudder. I was lying down on the bed, while Bobby was sitting on the end, holding an ice-pack to his face. We sat in silence, not one of us daring to break it...until Bobby spoke up.

"Thank you." He said stiffly, the ice pack and bruise having restricted movement.

"I went to your house on Sunday."

Bobby snapped his face to mine, wincing at the sudden jarring of his jaw. I could see pain in his eyes. Emotional pain.

"I can expla-" He tried but I cut him off instead.

"Why did you lie about where you lived?"

Nothing.

"Bobby." I said, nudging his arm with my foot.

He took a deep breath, turning his gaze from me to the floor.

"I didn't want to lose you as a friend." He mumbled.

"Why would you think that? It doesn't matter where you live, Bobby - that doesn't change anything about you as a person." I stated, wincing as I sat up on the bed.

Bobby looked frightened for my life as he tried to push me back down but instead I grabbed his arms, and pulled them towards me, trapping him in a hug.

"I'm sorry I ignored you, Bobby - I should have let you explain-" I admitted "-which you have yet to do." I reminded him, pulling back from the hug.