The pretty boy

Infirmary

Graces point of view
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Next thing I knew I was lying down on a bed in the infirmary

Fuck my face hurt
I could feel my cheekbone throbbing and I reached out my hand to touch it

It stung to feel it

Shit, they hit me hard.

The nurse finally took notice that I was awake and handed me an ice pack and told me to leave.

Pft. Typical

I checked my phone and realized that right about now the bell was going to ring and then people would flood into the hallway.

Great, just what I needed, more people seeing the fat ass bruise Kayden gave me, because my sorry little ass just took his beating like it was nothing

Honestly, it was nothing. I was used to Kayden and hunters shit, I was actually quite bored with it. But like the fricken dumbass I am, I left my concealer at home, so the fat ass bruise on my cheek was definitely going to be noticed.

By literally fucking everyone

I hastily grabbed my books before the bell Rang and hid behind a pot plant next to my history class, as soon as everyone was out of that class my ass was FIRMLY. In the back corner seat, hoping to the dear lord that nobody would question the bruise

Hey, it's hard enough trying to survive a regular day of highschool, much less when you have a big ass bruise on your face that looked like someone had a death warrant on you.

And admitting that you were beat up and knocked out by one person in a matter of seconds only to be saved by the most unattainable boy in school was basically saying you had a death wish, death by hormonal teenagers who honestly didn't want to be there any more than you did

That's when my brain gets a wake up call.

Ondreaz.

Is.

In.

The.

Same.

History.

Class.

Just peachy, I think to myself as I pull my hood as far over my face as it stretches. Please, can I just get through this history lesson without needing to be saved by him

I'm pathetic.
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Ondreaz point of view
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As soon as the bell rang I was searching for her
I went to my locker, got my stuff and was waiting for her to get hers, but she didn't show up, I quickly ran to check if she was still knocked out in the infirmary

She wasn't.

The nurse said she had kicked her out with an ice pack just before the period ended.

I just hoped she was ok. I hoped that I would meet her in history class and she would be ok. Because I don't know why my heart beats faster every time I hear she's in trouble, or think about her getting hurt

And I don't know why she made me worry so much about her, but she did, she made me worry because she was obviously so fricken hated by people who wouldn't even give her the time of day

The bell rang

Shit, history
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Authors note
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This chapter has a lot more of a paragraph setting, not like the others and it's written kind of differently.

Tell me if you guys like it or if you want me to change back to normal xxx

Also I'm sorry if this has any errors I'm uploading at 3am for someone who commented that they loved the story and needed it updated soon hehe
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