Little Miss Mute (EDITING)

✿Chapter 10✿

Did you know? the dot on top of the letter 'i' is called a tittle

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  I made it back into school, I don't know how, but I did it, the same scene kept running in my head the whole way, the intensity in which it was drilling my thoughts causing me to wonder aimlessly, as if my body had a mind of it's own, (which collided with all force of a cannonball against a glass wall) Stunned, I stepped back into thin air and rolled down the same stairs I had just climbed up, flapping my legs until they hit the ground and sprout  them out, my body numb.

I felt large hands seized both my arms quickly, to steady me. As I reached the bottom.

"Are you okay?!" Came a familiar voice, I sat up carefully as Brad Niarchos steered me around to his direction, then added in a light tone. Perhaps it was his way of being considerate. "You are really accident prone aren't you? This is the second time I rescue you in...what, less than 24 hours? I'm impressed." He lowered his head to meet my eyes.

I have to admit, my breath kind of caught in my throat when his blue-eyed gaze bore into me. There was a slight hint of worry in the smile on his face. "Are you okay?"

Sore, I started to slowly pull away. There were many thoughts in my mind, pain, anger, and a plain sense of shame. I looked down at my hiked up skirt and instinctively pulled it down. The fingers that had been holding my shoulders suddenly tightened. I looked down at Brad's hand. His tanned skin was very dark against my white lace top.

"You're bleeding," he said.

"I am not." I said automatically, I glanced around, looking for other possible witnesses. Then I looked down. There were smallish stains flowering on the pavement below my feet. There were similar stains, I saw with horror, on the front of Brad's shirt.

But they were definitely coming from me. I checked myself out, and found that I'd managed to scrape open my shin and elbow, "oh," I said, watching the blood ooze out. I couldn't think of anything else to say but, "What a mess. I'm sorry about your shirt."

"It's nothing." Brad reached into one of the pockets of his dark trousers, and pulled out something white and soft that wrapped around my elbow, wiping a few droplets of the crimson liquid. He didn't say anything as he did this, concentrating on what he was doing.

"There," he said when he was finished. "Does that hurt?"

"No," I lied, trying to pick up the small pieces of dignity that might have fallen off from having roll down the stairs. Since honestly, the embarrassment I felt was far greater than the excruciating pain in my leg. I cleared my throat. "Thanks."

"It's nothing," he said.

"No," I shook my head. Suddenly, ridiculously, I felt like crying. Really. And I've never cried. At least in front of a boy. "I mean it. Thanks for helping me." Perhaps, I was just being emotional with all the events that had unfolded just a couple hours ago. Whatever it was that made me act like that, suddenly vanished from my head, because when I looked up all I saw was Brad's red face.

Well, I suppose that was normal, me going all mushy on him the way I had just then. But I couldn't help it. I mean I still couldn't really believe it. No one had ever been so nice to me apart from my family. Oh, Felix tried, I guess. But he wasn't exactly reliable about it. I could never really count on him.

But Brad. Brad seemed alright.

"Never mind," was all he said, though. And then added, "C'mon, I'll help you-"

"I'm fine," I protested. "I--"

But I didn't get to finish my little speech, because right in the middle of it, Brad leaned over and hastily lifted me off the ground, turned around and walked down the breezeway, my entire body had gone limp under his arms and all I could do was stare at him in shock.