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CHAPTER NINE

I got out of bed on Monday morning feeling slightly more relaxed. Travis had looked after me all week-end between going to his job and looking after Kitty as well. I had helped looked after Kitty when he was at work. I felt so bad for doing it to him but he insisted that i rest or my ankle would never get better.

I had already called to arrange my physio classes for the week; penciling them in for this afternoon, Wednesday and Friday. That way it was spread out and my leg would be getting stronger all the time.

I heard the door being shut downstairs and knew instantly my parents were back. I picked my crutches up from against the wall and slipped my arms over them and hobbled towards the stairs. I used my crutches to help me get down the stairs and hobbled into the kitchen.

"Morning Princess, how are....what on earth happened to you sweetheart?" my dad said as i came in. He stood up from the table, his face tired and weary from the flight but concern filtered through his eyes as he looked at me.

"Hi Dad, I fell on my ankle. It got worse on Friday at school and my teacher had to take me to hospital".

"Hospital?!?!" my mom exclaimed as she looked up from making breakfast. She had the same weary look about her face, just from being away the full week-end and from being tired.

"Yeah, i had to get it strapped up. Mr Bolton was amazing about the whole thing. He took me there in his car and then waited with me and then drove me home. He did everything he could. He was the one that recommended the hospital because he thought it might have been broken. I could have permanently damaged my ankle, if not for him".

"Well, we must thank Mr Bolton for all he did. Without him our baby would have gotten hurt Harry" my mom said patting my fathers shoulder as he helped to my seat. She placed a plate of fruit and pancakes down in front of me before handing me a fork and telling me to eat. I began to slowly eat my breakfast, only managing a small amount.

"I have to get dressed for school" i said standing up and hobbling over to put my plate in the sink after emptying it.

"You are going no where young lady. You have to rest your ankle".

"But, i have to go to school. I can't afford time off in my first few weeks. And i have a physio appointment this afternoon".

"Physio?" my dad asked.

"Yeah, the hospital said i have a chip in my ankle bone. I sprained my ankle and aggravated an old cheer leading injury. The doctor recommended i take three physio classes a week to strengthen my ankle or i might never be able to dance again".

"Well, i will come and pick you up and take you after school. What time is it at?"

"That's okay Dad. Travis said he would take me down but thank you for offering".

"That's fine pumpkin. You head on upstairs and get dressed. I'll take you down to school this morning".

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, off you go" he smiled, turning to the paper to read the business section.


ONE HOUR LATER

I was heading to school in my dad's car. I looked over at him, taking in his appearance. He looked worn-out and stressed to the max. I hated putting more pressure on him with my ankle and my troubles at school. I was always a Daddy's girl and confided all my issues in him. But now, i just kept them bottled up, not wanting to add to the stress and pressure on him.

As he pulled up at school, he leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek and then helped me out with my crutches.

"Scarlett, what on earth happened to you?" Taylor's rushed over as she saw me. She was dressed in a black knee length gypsy skirt, flat black pumps, a black and cross-over top with a grey cardigan over it.

"My leg got worse on Friday. Mr Bolton had to take me to hospital to get an X-ray and i have to take physio classes now. By the way, Taylor, this is my dad; Dad, this is my best friend Taylor".

"Hi Mr McIntosh, it's really great to meet you".

"And the same to you Taylor; its always nice to meet some of Scarlett's friends. And please call me Harry".

"Okay" she smiled shaking his hand.

"Okay sweetheart, your all set. Have a nice day and take it easy, Travis will pick you up later for physio".

"Thanks Dad" i hugged him and then watched as he got into the car and drove off, sounding the horn twice as he went.

I turned back to Taylor who was still looking at me with a frown etched on her lips. I reached down and fixed my clothes which consisted of black skinny jeans with silver detailing on the back pockets, a long grey and silver zipped hoodie with a design on the back and grey canvas shoes with clear diamantes on them.

I had the hood up over my hair which was down in wild curls again. I motioned to Taylor to head inside and i started hobbling along with her on my crutches.

"So, tell me again, what on earth happened?"

"Well, my ankle got extremely sore on Friday afternoon, i mean i could hardly move. I headed into the gym to help with practice and Mr Bolton followed me in. He said, i had looked as if i was in a massive amount of pain so he took a look and then said i should go to hospital. He drove me there, waited with me and then took me home. He was amazing through the whole thing, i don't know what i would have done without him".

"Wow, that's sound amazing. Well, not the part about your ankle and all but i am really glad you seem to be on better terms. You've complained to me about him a few times and i was worried that you would have some trouble. But at least now you are a little more friendly with each other".

"Oh, an about Friday, why did you just walk away?"

"Well, you see...um....well....I-"

"Tay, just spit it out please?"

"I..those girls, they don't like me very much. I just...I couldn't be bothered dealing with the remarks they were going to come away with and the looks they were shooting me. I'm sorry, i know they're your friends and all but...."

"Look, Tay, you are my best friend. If they don't like you then i don't like them okay".

"Really?"

"Yes. I'll talk to them and see what happens. I get the feeling i am going to make a few enemies before the year is out" i told her as we approached my locker.

"You'll never make an enemy out of me baby" a chilling voice sent shivers down my spine; and not good shivers. My head snapped around quicker than you can say Damien and i stared him down.

"Can i help you? I really thought you got the message the first time".

"You can help me actually, with a lot of things" his eyes travelled the length of my body and he raised an eyebrow mockingly at my crutches "Seems, my red-hot fox got herself into an accident?"

"I sprained my ankle, not that it has anything to do with you though".

"Oh, it has everything to do with me. Now, let's try this again. How about you, me and dinner on Saturday night?"

"I don't think so. You, me and dinner will never happen. So why don't you take yourself and your little goons here and head on over to class before i really get angry".

I turned around to continue walking down the hall, when i was pushed against the lockers face first. I felt a hard body come up behind me and my hood was pulled back as well as my hair. I winced a little but i felt him smirk against my cheek. He pressed his mouth against my ear and whispered

"I'll get you soon. You'll give into me eventually. I think you really need to learn who rules this school. Try being sweet to me next time and this won't happen. Don't worry baby, i won't hurt you. At least not much" he said and tugged on hair sharply before nibbling my ear slightly and then pulling away. I sucked air in through my teeth and leaned my forehead against the locker before turning around to see him walking away.

He turned back and winked at me before blowing a kiss which made me feel like throwing up.

"God dammit" i screamed and hit my hand of the locker "Why is there always one prick in every school that has to be knocked down a peg or two? He really is something isn't he? And i don't mean in a good way" i said turning back to Taylor.

The look on her face could have been described as the colour draining from her face, if that were possible but she just looked totally shocked and worried.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice two octaves higher than it should have been.

"I'm fine, that was nothing. He's just a little rough around the edges. I've had worse Taylor. I'll be fine".

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, i don't really want to talk about it. Can we go to homeroom?"

"Yeah sure. Get your stuff and then we'll go".


TROY'S POV

I was walking down the hall on Monday morning, heading to my class to start prepping for it. I rounded the corner and pulled back instantly seeing Damien Dalaney pulling back from holding Scarlett against the locker. I watched as she winced and his friends just looked on. She put her head down and turned around before watching him walk down the hall. He turned back to her and blew her a kiss, which made me clench my fists in anger. God how i was to pound that kid's face in. How dare he treat her like that. Why didn't i stop him right there. He is such a smug little punk.

"God dammit" i heard her scream out loud "Why is there always one pick in every school who has to be knocked down a peg or two. He really is something isn't he? And i don't mean in a good way".

I waited, my back pressed against the wall and listened to the conversation knowing it was wrong but not able to pull myself away.

"Are you okay?" another voice said and i presumed with was that girl who was with her, Taylor i think.

"I'm fine, that was nothing. He's just a little rough around the edges. I've had worse Taylor. I'll be fine".

"Are you sure?"

"Yep, i don't really want to talk about it. Can we go to homeroom?"

"Yeah sure. Get your stuff and then we'll go".

I stood there, listening to them and feeling a heavy weight in my chest. I should have stopped him when i saw what he had done but he was too quick for me. By the time i had gotten there, i wouldn't have been able to do anything.

And what on earth did Scarlett mean when she said; she'd had worse?

END OF CHAPTER

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