Breaking the Boys

Chapter 3 - Part 2

A/N Wow it's been a long time. Im really sorry about my absense. My internet was down for about a week and then i was just preoccupied with life. Sorry for lack of updates never again.xxx

Enough of the excuses , but i've written chapter 4 - yyaya me- iv'e accomplished something . So that can be updated as soon as required votes are in.

Just wanted to say thanks for 17 votes when i only asked for 2 ! Love you.

" I'm going to go get the first aid box from the kitchen , Are you okay by yourself"

" Ariel I'm not a china doll I'm not just going to break" He usual deamor returned , but I could see it brought him pain a part of me was like ' serves him right for not putting me on the team' but the other part the stronger part ' felt bad' urgh stupid morals.

Soon enough I was sitting in front of him wrapping bandages round his arm and then torso restoring myself from looking at his abs. " You know your not going to faint or die if you look at me right" He asked smirking rolling my eyes I wrapped the bandages tighter. " Ow" he winced.

When I was done with the bandages I silently grabbed the remote and began flicking through the endless amount of channels to finally stop at the kardashians. I my eyes bore into the television screen as I desperately tried to ignore his stare that was burning into the side of my face.

" Your different" He spoke breaking the silence. I snorted not very lady like and shot him and glare.

"Why thank you Noah" I replied sarcastically.

" I didn't mean it in a bad way" He said defensively , " I just meant that ... uhh , you just are" He stuttered still maintaing his gaze on me. I snorted in response.

" You should really stop doing that" He commented his eyes flicking back to the TV screen.

" Doing what?"

"Snorting , it's unattractive" he said sprawling himself deeper into my sofa pushing me further away.

" I'm not attractive anyway so f*ck you" I laughed emotionlessly pushing his legs out of the way to give me more room.

"You shouldn't swear either" He commented. For a few minutes we were silent apart from the kardashians quietly playing in the background of our silence.

" How did you get hurt" I asked actually curious it's not easy to get that beaten up.

" A fight" I took a sharp intake of breath. It must have been brutal look at him he still manages to look great though , ugh I hate him. "Don't worry about me babe the other guy got worse I promise"

" I'm not worrying your fine and right in front of me... no thanks to me" I mumbled the last bit quietly under my breath. I take a quick look at him, his chiselled jaw scraped, his lip swollen. I watched as he took deep breaths and grimaced as he made movement. He sat in a different environment and he was pain. He looked vulnerable. It's time.

" Noah" I asked slowly. He turned to face me. "I need to ask you a question it's ab"

"No" he cut me off, I quietly gasped muttering curses under my breath.

"You don't even know what I was going to ask, I could be asking you if you needed a drink or whatever you need but know you're not getting it." I wined crossing my arms and slouching.

"No you weren't you were going to ask me if you were aloud on the football team and I said No".

"why is it such a big deal that I'm on the team? , I'm not bad. Just put me on it" I moaned emphasising on the word bad.

"I've got no reason to" he retorted his eyes fixed on the TV.

"So you're not going to put me on the Team even after I fixed you up" I questioned my anger building up.

"No" he simply answered. I hate him so much. I fought with myself over what to do. He obviously wasn't going to put me on the team. After giving him the evils I stood up with as much authority to muster and proceeded to kick him out.

"Get out"

"What?" He looked up at me his eyes droopy and he looked as if he was about to fall asleep.

"You heard me.... Get out!" I said trying my hardest to sound strong, this time he heard me enough to understand what I was saying.

"No, I'm comfy here I'll leave tomorrow"

I laughed coldly in his face. " Ha ha ha" I faked laughed. "You're leaving now". He opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off "I'm serious, not on the team no acting like teammates ... Out" I gestured pointing at my door.

"You're not serious" He asked his ice cold attitude returning and his sloppy grin replaced with the frown I saw in class. I gulped.

" I'm totally serious Noah get out , you'll be fine on your own." He stared me down but I held his stare "Know put your big boy panties on and get out".

Painfully he stood up but tried to hide it as much as he could. He walked over to me and I suddenly felt small. We were about the same height but I was so skinny he could snap me if he wanted. Oh god. As if he knew what I was thinking he smirked and stepped closer minimising the space between us as he slightly towered above me.

"Remember what I said I'd do to you if you messed with me". I looked anywhere but his face, my confidence had faded.

"Noah it's my house" I reminded him. "You have no right to be here, I've asked nicely but get out, now." He attempted to look at me in the eyes before turning around and ripping off his bandages. I gasped silently. "Noah what are you doing, put that back on"

" I guess you'd want these back to" He gestured to the bloodied bandages he was holding in his hands. But all I could see was the bloody mess in front of me , his stomach dripping with blood.

"Noah, what are you five" I snapped. He paused again as if figuring out his next move. He dropped the bandages onto the floor, the noise of its landing echoing round the house. Before I could look up he was headed out.

"Noah " I called out but he didn't turn round he just walked out of the door leaving it open. I assessed the possibilities; I could run after him, I could ..... I slammed the door shut before turning to face the mess behind me. It looked like old times, first aid kits scattered the sofa all beaten up. I have to clean this, I bent to pick up the bloodied bandaged and as I did I couldn't help but feel this wouldn't be my last.

The drilling noise of my home phone rang, I ran to the source frantically picking it up before it could turn of. "Hello" I asked breathlessly.

"Tell Noah it's all over" A male voice grumbled from the other side of the phone.

" What?" I asked confused "Who is this? How do you have my number? What?" I rambled on, really confused.

" Just tell him it's over" The man repeated.

"Um okay." I replied. He hung up. Well that was weird, how did he have my number, abruptly I felt a surge of uneasiness, looking at my messed up house I grabbed my boxing bag and headed to the door. With one last look I closed the door in hope to lock the bad thoughts away.

A/N i know it's short but chapter 4's super long ( Ive already written it) xxx