WPOV
I was sitting in class, idly making flames flicker up the side of my chair, when there was a faint explosion. Thinking nothing of it, assuming that it was a freshman in Mad Science or something, I returned my concentration to the flames, working on my control, trying not to burn the chair legs. I was doing rather well, with the teacher droning on about masks and disguises I had nothing to really distract me. That is until, he mentioned the importance of spectacles, which reminded me of a conversation with Jennie about Clark Kent and his 'weird nerd glasses that everyone should be able to see past'. Her words not mine. Of course, that led to a rather in-depth discussion about whether he wore underwear underneath his tights, to prevent chafing. I do not even pretend to understand what goes on inside my girls head.
A bell ringing brought me out of my daydream, and I stood, gathering my books and cutting off the flames. As soon as I did, the chair collapsed, one leg utterly burnt away. I guess thinking of Jennie is not good for concentration. Luckily the teacher had left the room, so I pushed the remnants of the chair underneath the desk and made my way to Art.
On the way, I glared at a group of guys who were scowling at me, as well as practically growling at the giggling girls stood near the classroom door. After all, I have a reputation to uphold. Finally arriving in Art, after more stares than usual, I settled in my seat, and found the opposite seat empty. As Jennie was often late, being at the other side of the school, I simply found my painting, and tried to find where the blue paints had disappeared to. Vicky began the roll call, and I was both worried and surprised to hear her skip Jennie's name all together, as well as pausing before mine. With a frown, something she was always reluctant to do, complaining about wrinkles or some other girly crap like that, she finished the roll call and instructed the class to begin working.
She quickly floated over to my table, frown deepening, making her look more serious than I had ever seen her.
"Warren, I'm surprised to see you here."
"Why? Do you know where Jennie is?"
A quick spark of what I can only assume to be understanding flashed across her face, and gently she guided me out of the classroom. I followed her silently, leaving my bag behind, palms already beginning to smoke. Once we were outside she shut the door and looked at me, something akin to pity in her eyes.
"What happened?" My tone was grim.
"Jen exploded her desk last period." Her tone matched mine, but for a few seconds I was relieved. Jennie was always blowing things up, so she was probably just in detention or something. The serious look on Vicky's face told me otherwise.
"She in trouble for it?"
"Sort of." Here she paused, almost as if searching for words. "She was actually in contact with the desk at the time. She's in the nurses office. From what I heard, she was flung into a wall."
My somewhat hopeful mood was dashed, and I froze, unable to comprehend what I was being told. Emotions were speeding through me, worry, anger, shock and fear being the most prominent.
"Go on. Missing one class won't hurt, I'll write you a pass." Vicky urged me, turning to enter the classroom. Not even giving her time to do so, I ran down the hallway, taking the quickest route to the nurses office. I arrived, and burst in, arms smoking and hands ablaze. Nurse Spex didn't even look up from the freshman she was scanning, but waved vaguely to the bed slash table at the back of the room. I hurried over, not even taking the time to glare at the freshman. I sat with a harsh intake of breath when I saw my best friend and girlfriend. The flames and smoke died down as I surveyed her, trying in vain to remain impassive and keep a cool view of things.
There was a bandage around her forehead, new bruises blossoming on top of old, as well as plenty of scratches. Most of the scratches, that I could see at least, were already beginning to heal, particularly the ones on her arms, which was a relief. There were three that had blood seeping through the bandages and band aids, which meant they weren't healing properly. One of these was on her cheek, the other two on her left arm. Those were quite close together, probably from where she had tries to shield her face or something. She was wearing a baggy gym singlet and her jeans, which were slightly torn and blackened. In the corner of the room I could see her T-shirt folded on a chair, torn and bloodied.
I couldn't help but think how small and frail she looked, even though I knew she would kick my ass five ways from Sunday if she knew I had said that. It was strange not seeing her in her usual baggy T-shirts, which hid how tiny she really was. Despite that, you could tell she had a wiry sort of strength behind her, a fact that could be acknowledged by anyone she ever fought with. Not to mention the bruises those pointy elbows could deliver. I smirked weakly, thinking of the many bruises those elbows had given me over the years.
Shuffling the chair forward, I grabbed her hand, gently of course, so as not to aggravate the injuries, and attempted to soothe the scratched flesh with my calloused thumb. We sat like that for ten minutes, until Nurse Spex was finished with her patient, whereupon she shuffled over, bringing a change of bandages and band-aids. We were both silent as she changed the dressings, and I had to let go of her hand when Jennie was rolled over. There were more bruises beginning to develop on her back, as well as several nasty cuts, it was probably a good thing I wasn't holding her hand as my hands began to blaze quietly. The nurse scowled at me and reluctantly I lowered the heat and the flames, leaning back in my chair as lotions were applied and dressings changed.
When she got the needle out though, I leant forwards and grabbed Jennie's hand wordlessly. I couldn't watch the needle threading in and out of the skin on her shoulder, but I leaned in towards her ear and began t talk to her, extremely quietly, so the nurse couldn't overhear.
"Come on Jennie, wake up soon. You have no idea how weird this is, I mean you're actually quiet for once, it's unnatural. I've had you as a girlfriend for about three days, you choose now to go sleeping beauty on me?" I kept up a similar running commentary until she was done getting stitches, when the nurse informed me she should be waking up soon.
I glowered at her half-heartedly and she waved me off. The bell for lunch rang, and was promptly ignored, except by Nurse Spex, who shot out faster than a speeding bullet, yelling that she would be back soon. About halfway through lunch Hippie and Stronghold turned up, bringing food with them. Nodding my thanks, I began to eat my 'Hero Sandwich', whoever came up with the names for anything in this school could quite possibly have been the most boring person on earth. The two lovebirds sat and began talking about the different theories behind what had happened.
"Apparently, some girls were spreading rumours about her and she lost control." was Hippies input.
"That's what everyone seems to believe, it's just a question of what the rumours were that's a little hazy." Stronghold added, glancing at me nervously, which made me certain he knew something.
"What. Happened."
He looked at his girlfriend for help, but she was pointedly looking elsewhere. Sighing, he faced me but carefully avoided my eyes.
"Well I heard from Zach, who was told by Magenta, who overheard Emily, who was talking to Carla, she's dating Chris, who was told by his best friend Max, who was dating Lauren, that they think that the bruises were caused by…you." He gulped nervously.
"What." My voice was ice. He shuddered and began trying to repeat it, when a hoarse voice spoke between us.
"Shut up. You have an annoying voice."
Jennie was awake. Ignoring Strongholds affronted stare and Hippies happy squeal, I touched the least bruised cheek gently.
"Jennie, do you remember what happened?"
"Sort of. Some cows were gossiping in front of me, spreading rumours, although some of them were interesting, did you know I'm the Maxville Mafia Godmother? I didn't, but it explains so much…" She trailed off into a train of thought, which I was quick to derail.
"Focus Jennie."
She blushed.
"Oh yeah, anyway, they were spreading rumours and then had the nerve to ask me about one of them. I set them straight, but I was so annoyed I hit my head on the table, which exploded, then Mr. Squeaky over there," she nodded to Stronghold who blushed, "woke me up, then you asked me what happened and then"
I cut her off.
"I was there for that part, What exactly were the rumours per say?"
She looked guilty, almost as shifty as Stronghold had.
"Oh just some theories about how I got the bruised."
"What theories?" I heard Hippie dragging Stronghold out of the room.
"Well there was the Maxville Mafia one, but basically they seemed to have discovered we kissed at Homecoming, then I show up with bruises and they added two and two and somehow got an elephant eating a pie. They accused you of hitting me, something about an unwanted baby in there as well. They seemed to think I was some kind of slut…Warren? Are you okay? War?"
I was shaking in anger, there were so many things wrong with that rumour mill it was untrue. Ignoring Jennie, I stood up, walked to the nearest wall and punched it very hard. Just the once, although I have no doubt I would have continued had Jennie not fallen off the bed trying to stand up. Her quiet shriek brought me out of my anger and I rushed over.
Lifting her up, far too easily I should add, I put her back on the bed, taking no notice of the pain in my hand, at least until Jennie grabbed me by the wrist. There was bleeding on the knuckles and I'm fairly certain I broke something. We sat in silence, comfortable not awkward, yet still slightly tense, until the nurse returned.
Hi Guys! I'm still alive! Sorry for the late update, I've just started college and the early mornings are getting to me (5.15 AM! Who is nutty enough to do that?) Anyways, I've also been suffereing from simultaneous writers block and a hungry plot penguin. Who would be interested in me writing a Covenant Pogue/OC fic? Let me know if you'd like me to cause I've got some ideas :)
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