His Housemaid

Chapter 6

  Heading straight to my locker with my gaze on the ground, I manage to do exactly that.

Breathing a sigh of relief I key in the required code and step aside.

Expecting anything but hey, can you really blame me. I've been pranked on ever since I came to stay here. When nothing comes out, I take my books, slam my locker closed in a more gentle way.

" Just one more year, Nicolette. You probably won't see those fuckers again".

  Chanting my new found mantra in my head, I climb up the stairs to the next floor for my class.

  Upon entering the class, I spot a few students lingering around which shows that the tutor hasn't yet arrived. Taking a seat in the middle section, I take out the needed materials which includes a notebook, pen and a pencil.

After some time of idly sitting around, more students start to troop in and soon the tutor enters and classes begin.

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I exit the class as the siren sounds. It's my last class before lunch. Three more subjects and then I'm off to home.

The word "home" reminds me off my mom and dad. Then mom and dad reminds me off their demise and then soon I'm locked in one of the washroom stalls bawling my eyes out like crazy.

After some few minutes of my crying feast,  I feel light not forgetting a migraine that decided to grace me with its presence.

  I check the time and let out a string of colourful words.

I was late for my business class. I hurriedly gather my stuff and make sure I look at little presentable. I'm still going to be used as trash so why exactly bother. Well, except for my slightly pink nose and cheeks, I seem a little normal.

Rushing out of the washroom,  I head to my locker and quickly exchange the ones in my possession for my business books.

    Taking the stairs would take much longer and would leave me breathless. I grimace from the imaginative images my brain happily provides me with.

The elevator it is then. Running towards it, I wait for it to arrive. It arrives with a ding and I get inside. Pressing the business floor button I wait for it to arrive.

   Just thinking about' it makes me happy. I love my business class. I plan on building a business empire one day. The thought of me owning a company excites me. Maybe it will be an estate developer. I can sketch out the buildings myself and then build them. The problem is how that is going to happen. I've no connections and besides, money and I are not exactly on talking terms.
  

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the elevator arriving. I get out and head in the direction of the business hall.

  3Bs1 ...
  3Bs2 ...
  3Bs3. Here I go. With a deep breath I knock on and enter after hearing a faint come in. My heart accelerates as Mr. Walker pauses his teaching to look at the intruder which in this case, is me.

Keeping my head down and avoiding the stares of the entire damn class, I walk towards Mr. Walker with apologies plasted all over my face.

Greeting him, I look down ready for my well deserved scolding. Confusion stirs within me as silence encompasses the class. Raising my head, I see Mr. Walker staring at me.

   At this point, I know it's detention. I stretch my palms expecting a detention slip but when I receive nothing I get the hint. He wants me out of his class. I should've known better than to come. And then suddenly what Justin said to me the other reverberates in my head.
 
"Pathetic, useless, unwanted, ugly, poor .....  and the other voices join in. And suddenly the voices are too loud. Echoing over and over again in my head.

Muttering a sorry to Mr. Walker,  I rush out of the class and head to the washroom on the same floor.
Just one more turn....
Just one more turn .....
  Just  one  more turn ....

And then it happens. I bump into someone and fall straight on my bum. I wince as my left wrist throbs. Painfully might I add. Guess I landed on my wrist first. And .... I "might" have sprained my wrist.  Fuck, I curse as my now broken I think wrist palpitates  painfully.

   Looking up my fear consumes me as I take a look at who I bumped into.

  Standing there in all his glory stands Ian .... I think I forgot his surname. He takes one look at me and then the questions start following.

Muttering a sorry I attempt to brush past him but he grabs my injured wrist and I wince. He notices this and asks the question I was dreading the most.
 
 "What happened to you?"

Now realizing that the voices have stopped I stutter to come up with a reply.
 

He takes one look at my wrist which I'm clutching with my right hand and grimaces.

He takes my right hand and starts walking. Descending the stairs, he takes a left turn and I see the sickbay.

We enter and the nurse approaches us. Ian narrates everything to her while I awkwardly look around feeling out of place.

  The nurse who's name I heard from their conversation as Catherine approaches me and leads me to one of the many beds in the room

(A/N: I know nothing 'bout these things since I've never broken my wrist😊)
 
She closely examines my wrist, asking where it hurts and other stuff. She walks to one of the cabinets, takes out an ointment, some bandages and a stick-like stick. )She applies the ointment a I release a happy sigh as the coolness of the ointment relieves me of my pain.

  She chuckles at that and then goes on to wrap the bandage around my wrist after placing the stick-like thingy against my wrist.

   "All done!" She exclaims happily.
I thank her and she replies back with a "you're welcome". Ian grabs a pen and stretches his palm and a give him a questioning look at that.

   "I want to be the first to sign it". He explains and I mutter an 'as if anyone will sign it' under my breath. I give him my bandaged wrist and he signs his name onto it. I flash him a smile and get up.

  As we exit the sickbay,  I wonder if bandages can be signed. I mean we only sign on casts, right?