Tine, and his love for hickies ?

Part 3. An explanation please??

T i n e

The sounds of knocking wakes me abruptly from my sleep. I shiver, cold air flowing through my room.

" Get your ass up ! " one of my friends yell, clanking the door knob.

The room is dimly lit, my candles and the moon providing the only light, allowing me to see the doorway.

I push my warm covers off my body, getting up, goosebumps decorate my porcelain skin. My feet pat against the freezing floor boards, I stand in front of the door. Fumbling with the key hung on the back of the wooden door, I open it to find my friends. They grin, their eyes searching behind me, before looking at me again.

" bro you look rough " one of my friends say, examining me before pushing some papers to my chest.

I blink, rolling my eyes at them, and run my fingers along the top of the papers, seeing how much work I have. The strong wind ruffles my hair, pulling my shirt further off my shoulder, allowing my collarbone to become visible. My eyelids threaten to fall as I attempt to stand straight.

" why was everyone gone ? " I ask after a moment of silence, chewing my lip.

My friends look at each other, their eyebrows raised with a smirk on their face, before turning to me. Some of them bite their lips, as if something is hilarious about my question.

" no reason.... did you enjoy the- uhm- session" they say, trying to hold back laughter, gesturing at my neck and collarbones.

I furrow my brows. My eyes crinkle as I look at them, cluelessly.

" what? " I say, trying to figure what they're suggesting.

" we- gosh - you're so slow, anyway stay safe " they say in-between laughter, giving me a playful look, before turning away.

I'm left, confused, annoyed and cold at the door step. I mess up my hair in anger, walk back into my apartment, and close the heavy door. I sniff the room, so sweet, this is why I love vanilla. I sigh with contentment and walk into my bathroom. I click on the light, it tickets before turning on completely.

I probably should've wore slippers.

I push the thought away as look into the mirror, immediately shocked with what meets my eye. Purple blooms all over my neck and collarbones , a little red is trailed on my skin, presumably more forming. I shake my head, look up and see my lips completely ruined; swollen with dried blood blotched on them.

How the hell can I go to school like this?!!

My fingers travel up to my neck, touching the bruises, I wince. Why does it hurt? I promise to beat the crap out of him when I see him next. I've got to find a way to hide all of them...

Why did he do that? I'm not complaining just...

I shake my head. My brain is hurting, I can't stop thinking about it, I guess it's time to sleep then. I turn off the light, shuffling back into my warm covers, as my eyes shut, I smile.

- time skip to start of school -

It feels like I'm in a movie, with my headphones in, strolling to school with the sun beating on my back. With many trials, I finally got the perfect shirt to cover all the bruises, a black turtle neck, and pared them with some chains and black jeans. Although, my outfit doesn't match the weather, I look hot so it's ok.

I do have to kill him today.
I reminded myself, clutching my black backpack strings.

Wouldn't hurt to find my friends, maybe some coffee...

Just as I think about finding my friends, my phone dings in my pocket. Surprisingly enough, it's my friends asking me if to hurry to the cafeteria, with a special message added; there's a present.

Not wanting to waste any time, I hurry to the cafeteria, pull the door open and immediately hear my friends yelling. They've always been the loudest people, but it also doesn't help that they often throw food at each other. So when I'm greeted with a bunch of yelling, food covered people, I can't help but sigh. I walk forward, watching all the food fly into the air, before landing on someone or something.

The present was a food fight. A very messy, exaggerated food fight. The type of food fight you'd see in the coming of age movies that have hopeless romances and the really handsome characters. Those food fights..

As the doors slam shut, the food fight ceases, everyone is silent. You could even hear a pin drop. I pull a hand through my hair, stressed to no end as I look like a disappointed parent catching you drawing on walls.

" such a shame it would be if we left.. " my friends say, breaking the silence, looking at each other before bolting to the exit beside me.

Everyone else in the cafeteria, who all participated in creating the absolute mess, sprint out of the door.

Within an instant, I'm left in a food splattered cafeteria, with no chance of explaining anything if anyone walked in, and completely confused on my situation. I pull my hand up, face palming at the mess, before I start to pick up pieces of plastic. This might take a while...