The girl beneath the bruises
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Ashley is basically the Queen of Nerds at her stereo-type filled high school, and being abused at home doesn't really help. But what happens when the most popular boy at school sees her bruises?
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"Here let me help." It was Jason. He was in the girls bathroom, the girls bathroom.
"That's ok." I mumbled turning away. The bruise was starting to show.
"No I insist." He grabbed my arm and turned me around. I winced and looked up at him.
He started to dab like I was doing, then he started to rub. He stared at my arm intently.
"Is that a bruise?" He asked looking at me then the bruise and back and forth.
"Yeah, I, um fell off my um...bike! Yeah my bike!" I said.
He rolled his eyes and let go of my arm.
"Well whatever just get that checked out." He said smiling.
"Why do you care?" I asked.
"Because I'm trying to be nice," Then he mumbled, "It's not like you have friends anyway."
"Hey! That's not nice." I said furrowing my eyebrows.
He held up his hands in a no offense motion.
"I'm just saying you could use some friends." He said.
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