*On hold* Warning!! This story contains self harm, violence, harsh language. Please do not read if you get easily offended by those kind of things. ____________________________________ I stayed there not moving. I don't know why. I felt like I couldn't move. I was weak and I knew that. After a few seconds he came back with a... first aid kit. Wait, what??? What is he doing??? He sat in front of me and took care of my wounds. I was observing his face all that time. I can say that he is handsome. But I really don't care about his looks. I'm not going to talk to him again... I'm not allowed to anyways... ____________________________________ A story in which a cold girl meets a popular guy.