When I woke up, I slowly stood up, my whole body hurted. But I wasn´t going to stay at home and wait for my dad. Slowly, I limped up the stairs, walked into my room. Grabbed a big hoodie and a pair of baggy- jeans from my wardrobe. I didn´t wore baggy- clothes for nothing, The big hoodie would cover the bruises on my arms, and my neck, as well as my broken rib. The jeans would cover my swollen knee.
When I had dressed, I grabbed my rucksack. Tied my shoe-laces and walked to school.
When I walked through the corridor, right before glee- club that afternoon. I couldn´t, suddenly I just saw the freezing drink coming towards me, the next second. I could feel my eyes burn of the ice. I tried to wipe away as much as I could with my hands.
"Lex?" I could hear a familiar voice say. And Mr. Schue came towards me.
"You haven´t got a towel have you?" I gasped.
"Actually I have. Come with me." I followed Mr. Schue to his office. He opened his bag, and pulled out a towel, and gave it to me.
"Oh it´s freezing," I gasped as I wiped my neck, under my shirt.
"I know, but I think it would be easier if you took your shirt off"
"It´s fine," I said.
"No really it´s easier."
I sighed, and understood that he was right. So I pulled the hoodie over my head, and hang it onto the chair.
As soon as I had got the shirt of, I could hear Mr. Schue gasp, when he saw all the bruises.
"What´s happened." He asked.
"Fell in the stairs yesterday" I lied.
"Lex, don´t lie to me. Who did this to you?"
"No one," I lied. "Fell in the stairs."
Mr. Schuester´s pov
I could see that Lex was lying. But I understood that she wasn´t going to tell me in this way. So I changed the subject.
Lex´s pov
"Actually" Mr. Schue began. "A few years ago. One boy that was in the glee club, bought slushies for every other member in glee- club, including me. To say he was sorry, and- stupid as I was, I told them I´d never been slushied. So… they slushied me, all at the same time."
I laughed. But soon I had stopped laughing because my ribs started hurting.
"Let´s go to the choir room then." Mr. Schue said and grabbed his bag. I pulled my hoodie over my head, grabbed my rucksack. When we were on our way to the choir room, I could see that he looked anxiously on my leg. I was limping quite badly, so I guess it wasn´t that strange, but at least he didn´t ask any more questions. And I was grateful for that.
"Hi everybody" Mr. Schue said when we came into the choir room. "How´s the summer been?"
I went to sit in the outskirts of the group. Next to a boy, who looked like he was a junior student. Well, one year older than me then. He was kind of cute.
