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All is good in love and bullys

Writers Note~~

For anyone that was or still is reading this, i am so terrible sorry about the late update. Like super late. *cringe* Sorry for the wait! I'll try to be more active.

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"Don't fall asleep Maddie, you might not wake up." Mike says in a tone that is hard to determine weather it is sarcastic or dead serious.

My head is swimming with pain and my vision is blurred. Maybe i have a concussion? That could be why he's telling me to stay awake. People 'fall asleep' when they get concussions, but the thing is, they don't wake up. Just thinking about dieing in the back of a strangers car.... Ahem, Mike's car. I am heading to his house right now.

This all hits me at once. I could be dieing right now, and even if i don't, i am heading to a total strangers house. What if he is a psychopath? Oh dear. Thinking about this makes me head throb even more.

"How far away are we?" I ask in a voice that is weaker than i intended it to be.

He gives me a worried look in the mirror as he answers,

"One more minute, almost there."

I am so dazed I can hardly process this. I finally feel the car take a turn in a driveway and come to a slow stop, trying not to knock me in my fragile state off the seat.

I sit up, and black spots edge into my vision with a wave of pain before subsiding to a throbbing sensation. I grab the handle and open the door, trying not to think about how freaking much this is killing my shoulder. Mike rushes around the car to offer his help.

"Can you stand up?"

"Good question."

I take both my arms and use almost all of the strength i have left to lift myself out of the car. I am only standing for a split second until both of my legs give out from the intense pain running through my head, falling into a ready-to-catch Mike. He is so smooth. In one swift motion, just like back at school, he gets an arm under my knees and shoulders and lifts me up. He pushes the door of the car shut with a thrust of his hip, which might i add, i found quiet hot. He walks up his stairs and reaches his hand out, opens the door, walks in, and shuts it with his foot.

By this time my head was to heavy to hold up, and is dead weight against Mike's chest. And he smells very, very good. I could stay like that forever, but that is wishful thinking because he immediately, gently walks over and lays me on his couch, and rushes up his stairs to get something.

His house is a very nice, cozy, clean place. Nothing of what i would expect from a highschool boy living on his own. The living room with the couch, and small tv and laid back tan coloring was ideal place for just chilling out. I also notice a pretty bass guitar the in the corner... I wonder if he plays.

He comes down the stairs carrying a first-aid kit. He is prepared. Cool. He grabs some pain relievers and a glass of water for me and hands them to me. I sit up gingerly and take them.

"They may take a little while to kick in. They aren't the speedy type."

"Eh, anything that takes away the pain, now or later, is fine with me."

He gives me a small, pained smile which kind of makes me feel bad for being such a burden to him.

"Why did you save me?"

He hesitates for a few moments, trying to form an answer.

"... well i couldn't just let it happen. That bastard couldve killed you."

"Okay. Question two, how did you know my name? We have had classes together for years and we havent ever even acknowledged each other."

I see a brief emotion cross his face, an unreadable one. Which really leaves me wondering.

"You and I are both shy. Iam not suprised this is basiclly our first real conversation, to be honest. And i knew your name because of teachers calling on you in class."

Duhh Madison.

"Oh yeah, i didnt think of that. And good point."

"Yeah... Are you feeling any better? Would you like another glass of water?"

For the few moments i was talking to him, i had totally forgoten about almost all of the pain. I guess i just sortof got lost in those gorgeous blue eyes.

"Uhh i think im ok."

I slowly try to lay back down, but i am harshly interupted when a stab of pain shoots through my shoulder and i flinch back up. I try to conceal it as best as i can, but he sees it anyways, and gives me some really adorable puppy dog eyes.

"..... Do you mind if i take a look? You might have broken something. But its okay if you dong want me to."

I pause for a second, pondering and weighing my decisions. After a few moments, as careful as possible, i try to reach up and slide my jacket off my shoulders, but i am greeted with another flinch from pain. He gently takes my wrist in one hand and sets it back on my lap, and then goes for the sleave of my jacket. He carefully pushes it down my arm, being very soft with his touch, trying not to cause more pain. When the jacket is finally off, and my shoulders are exposed from my tank top, he takes a deep breathe and just looks. It makes me uncomfortable and want to caress his face at the same time.

Slowly, he reaches a hand out, and touches my neck, right below my chin, so softly it feels like a tickle. But i can tell the skin is somewhat broken and bruised by the way it flairs pain as his hand moves. He takes it slow, taking in every moment of it. I wonder to myself, does he feel the same way as i do in this moment?

His hand makes its way to my left shoulder, and then to my back, where he traces along my shoulder blade, and then his fingers lightly go up to my neck, and he ever so softly runs his fingers down my spine, sending shivers through me. I think the slight shudder brings him back to reality as he quickly pulls his hand away and sits strait up, with an unreadable expression on his face. He is silent for a moment, but i can still feel his eyes scanning me as i look at the ground and pretend not to notice.

"I think you have a broken collar bone. And maybe a shattered shoulder blade. Im no doctor, but i know enough that docters cant do anything more than pain killers until it heals itself."

He hands me the bottle of pills of which i had earlier.

"Take these right when you wake up in the morning and you should be okay."

"Thank you." I murmer.

His hands left trails of heat along my bare skin that hasnt went away yet, and i am craving more. I want to touch him, and feel the warmth of his skin beneath mine. But i just met the guy today. So i decide against it.