Oona POV:

I was shocked with what I saw. How can someone so innocent and kind feel so hurt?

He started working on my arms and I asked him, "Why were those other students with you?"

I have serious trust issues.

"I became acquaintances with them since we were in a group project together. I told them that you weren't a bad person and they believed me. They actually want to get to know you better and become friends with you. And I guess they're my friends now." said Nonny.

Not a bad person? Become friends? Now that's something new!

I quite happy and Nonny was almost finished with my wounds. We didn't talk for a while, but that was alright. I've only known him for about two days and it's like I've known him since forever.

I looked at him for while and asked him, "Why are you nice to me?"

He was quiet for a moment but then said, "Because you're my first friend and I don't like to see people like me hurt. And. . . Finished!"

I have admit. . . He's pretty good at fixing wounds. The bleeding was all gone, but I was cold and hungry.

He handed me one of his hoodies and said that I could keep it. Then, he handed me his food, but I wasn't gonna let him leave feeling hungry.

"Hey. Don't leave yet. Sit down and eat." I said.

"No. It's okay. You really need it." he said.

After a couple of minutes of Nonny resisting, he finally gave in and decided to eat with me.

When we finished, he stared at me for a few seconds.

"You're still cold?" he asked.

I realized that I was shivering somewhat violently. I said, "Not at all."

He rolled his eyes and said, "Liar."

He pulled me closer to him and had one arm wrapped around me and the other one on a book. I felt my face turn very red and warm as he started reading the book. He's monotonous voice calmed me and I drifted off into a different world.

Nonny POV:

No. I didn't do it because I like her. She's my friend and just a friend. She ended up falling asleep on me. I gently moved her head off of my shoulder and gently placed it on the floor. Then, I quietly slipped out of the stairwell.

Surprisingly, it was lunchtime by now. I met up with the other students and they bombarded me questions.

Deema- Is she alive?

Goby- Is she okay now?

Deema-Is she alive?

Gil- Where is she?

Deema- Is she alive?

Molly- Will she be joining any of the classes?

Deema- Is she fricking alive?!

Gil- Should we go tell a teacher?

Me- Be quiet for a second will you?!

Me- Deema, she is alive. Goby, she is sleeping. Gil, she's still at the stairwell. Molly, she won't be joining class. And no Gil! She'll freak out if anyone tells anyone.

Everyone- Why?

I sighed.

Me- I can't tell you. It's her own personal reason.

Lol, Deema. I love Deema in this chapter. If you're wondering why the students are allowed to skip classes, it's because it's their choice on their education. But if they run out of the building, that's when they get in trouble.