Dianna
I walked to where Ashley and Puck were sitting. I sat down on the other side of Puck.
"Ashley will you excuse us?" I asked.
"Oh sure hun," she said.
"Thank you."
"Uh huh."
She stood and left.
Puck and looked at me.
"So how are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm uh."
I inhaled.
"Shaken?"
"Yeah. My ex boyfriend apparently hates you. And Cory."
"Dianna he's an ass," Puck told me.
I sputtered, laughing: "yeah no kidding."
"You ok though?"
"I. I don't know."
"Yeah I get that. I've been there."
"Thanks for, you know," I said.
"Sure. Even if he does hate me it's not right for him to hurt you."
"Oh like you're some great example."
"Hey. I may be sex charged but I would never ever do that," he told me.
"Right."
I looked down at his tan arm, studying the bruises.
"My mom," he explained.
"Oh. How long?"
"Since my dad split."
"Damn."
"Why'd he split?" I asked.
"He, uh."
Puck shifted, looking ahead, his hands locked together, arms on his thighs.
"That's not something I'll ever do to Olivia," he said quietly.
I looked at him, studdying his face: "do what? What isn't?"
"My dad couldn't handle the responsibility, couldn't handle me. Didn't want to. Ok?"
Oh.
"Oh."
He stood and left.