Hey everyone! I've been itching to work on this, but I've been pretty stuck on how to continue. I'm not too sure if I like this chapter or not; hopefully the next will be better. Can you guess who "he" is? :3 BTW Thanks for reviewing/favoriting ! It really pushes me to continue working on it. :) Enjoy!
"Argh..." My head felt like splitting open. Shadis didn't hold back at all. Jean too for that matter. Come to think of it, Jeans never acted like that before. Sure, he was competitive, yet he's never tried to seriously injure me like he did. Strange.
I passed by the bathroom, stopped, and decided to go in. It's not like the office was expecting me or anything. I'm sure I'll be a pleasant surprise.
The bathroom was empty; it's bug-filled lights flickering as usual. For such a small school, you'd think that they would try to upkeep it better. I glanced at my reflection in the grubby mirror, and my eyes widened in shock. I had a huge, blue and purple welt smack dab in the middle of my forehead. I gently poked it, wincing when it sent shockwaves of pain through my skull.
Damn it... How am I going to hide this from Mikasa? She'll jump my shit for sure! Why me of all people? Why am I the only one getting in trouble? In fact, the more I think about it; Jean was the one who started it! That good for nothing, horse-faced bastard should be the one getting head butted and sent to the office! Not me! Frustrated, I punched the wall, and immediately regretted it. The bricks aren't as soft as they look. Cursing, I shook my hand, feeling tears sting my eyes. Angrily, I wiped them away.
"Oi. Looks like someone got their feelings hurt," a husky voice sneered from the doorway. I spun around, ready to slap a bitch, and stopped in my tracks.
The first thing I noticed was how short he was. He must've been 5'3" tops! Second, how hot- wait... what?
"Do you have something to say for yourself, brat? Quit bawling, and let me piss in peace." The not!-handsome stranger scoffed, and walked over to the urinal.
I was at a total loss of words. He just insulted me! And yet, I was star struck.
"I'm not crying," I sniffed, clenching my fists together, and facing him. "My... My head just hurts, that's all." And my hand, but I wasn't going to mention that.
*zip* "Okay then. Sure you aren't. Looks like you ran into a wall. Idiot."
Who was this guy? Was he just trying to start a fight, or what! I opened my mouth to spout a snide comeback, but the words wouldn't come out.
I sighed in defeat, and turned back around to the sink. Spinning the rusty faucet on, I let the water run cold, cupped my hands up the stream, and splashed my face. Damn that felt refreshing. I went to do it again, and was stopped by a hand on my shoulder.
"You're making a mess. I assume you don't plan on cleaning it up either." I looked down at my supposed mess. It was just a little water on the edge, who cares? I suppose there's also a puddle on the ground; it's nothing a janitor can't clean up. Besides, the rest of the bathroom was a mess as well, and he didn't say anything about that.
I slowly looked up, meeting his glare with mine in the mirror. He looked sullen; tired; fed up with the world. The guy's seen some deep shit.
"Oi. Did you hear me? Or are you deaf? Clean it up," he growled.
"Dude fuck off! It's just a little bit of water, it doesn't matter! Haven't you seen the rest of the bathroom? There's literally shit on the walls, and you're getting after me for this?!"
The stranger pinned me up against the sink, and I felt the water from my "mess" soak into my jeans. Right down the front. Great.
"H-hey! Let me go!" I tried wriggling out of his grasp, to no avail. I had to give him some credit though. He was pretty strong for his size.
"Listen here, kid. You-"
"Kid?!" I cut in, ignoring the deadly glare he was giving me. "Are you serious? You're the kid! I mean, just look at you! You're tiny!"
Well. I guess I deserved the punch that knocked the air out of me that came next. What is it with people punching me today?
"Watch yourself, brat." He finished with a final kick to the back of my knee, making me fall forward into the sink and hitting my head on the mirror. Fuck! The welt must've doubled- no, tripled in size considering the amount of pain it caused.
"Stop..," I moaned, definitely marking down a trip to the nurse. "I don't know who you think you are, but you can't just hit me like that!" No matter how much he battered me, I wasn't going to get pushed around by a midget.
He released grip on me, with a disgusted look on his face. "Tsk. Let's get you to your next class."
So one second he's beating the shit out of me, then he's offering to escort me? What is it with this guy? "I can do it myself, thank you very much," I sneered. "I don't need your help."
"Whatever," He turned to leave.
"Wait," I said, grabbing his shoulder, stopping him. What am I doing?! I strangely felt the need to get to know him, he was just so.. cool.
He shook off my hand and glared at me.
"What's... your name? I don't think I've ever seen you before." Oh God.
"I transferred here after getting expelled from Stohess High."
"For what?" I asked, shocked.
"Fucking the science teacher, repeatedly."
"Uh..," The hell? Did he just..?
"I'm kidding. Your face is hilarious though. I moved here for the art classes up at the university, and I still need to finish my last year of high school."
Good God. This guy has no chill, at all. I'm so gullible for believing that.
"Oh, um, that's cool. You like art then?"
"Why does it matter?"
"Uh, just wondering..." Great, now this guy thinks I'm weird.
He sneered, and walked out the door, leaving me embarrassed as hell with a mess to clean up. Come to think of it, I never got his name. Maybe I'll run into him again later.
Sorry again for the shitty chapter. I'll try to make the next longer, and not as bad q.q