Damn it!
The last person and also the one person I wanted to see at this time. I really wanted to burrow into the ground and stay there for life.
"Blane...Hey!....Stop it it's just me."
Doesn't he know it's because it was him. If it were anyone else I'd have played it off...damn it!
"Breathe okay...Breathe...You aren't in the wrong, I don't mind it."
Right, I wasn't wrong but still, why is he even here...and was he sure he didn't mind?
Also, did this mean even his friends had seen us? Doing bad things needed you to remain in the dark about possible witnesses. What am I even thinking about? Riley was back and he was hugging me...wait, he was hugging me.
My whole body was in his arms, I was in his embrace and it felt...
"You okay now?"
"Why are you here?"
My breathing was now getting all normal.
"Wanted to surprise you, I missed you."
"Me too...I...this..."
And it was back to spiking.
"Don't worry about this, about the issue here. Someone is already dealing with the security footage. We'll check if they need a hospital. What about you... need a hospital?"
"No! I have a project to be checked."
Although she isn't strict, I didn't want to be that kind of person. Also, I need to run away to think as well as stop thinking about what just happened here.
"Then let me help you with first aid first."
"How is it?"
They seemed better than I did. Less visible wounds and visible smiling faces.
"Bruised skin."
"I'll send you to class."
"No need!"
"I want to."
Okay, fine! Seems like me questioning about everything else was something for another time. I am glad he still wants to talk to me...and even walk me to class.
Was he really okay with this?
Wait...or was he just looking at me like a sibling to take care of...if so that'd be annoying as hell. I need to change that messed up mentality.
I could get used to this...sleeping in his arms, my head on his chest, being lulled by his heartbeats. But him leaving for work week two of school only meant it would be the norm somehow which was getting on my nerves just thinking about it. This was something my parents did without fail, leave for a good chunk then pretend nothing was wrong with it.
"You know, at some point we'll have to get to eat, right?"
"You're awake?"
"Mmmh! Have been for a while... Let's get to this later, your tummy is complaining."
But I wasn't, it didn't count...tsk! Why did it have to growl now, true testament.
This man and always wanting me to eat, I'd get chubby one day. Not that I was complaining but, isn't this what got me into a mess this afternoon? Wait, this afternoon... he'd seen me in a state I hadn't wanted him to see me in a long way to come.
"What are you thinking about? Stop biting your lips."
I chucked my head.
"This afternoon..."
"It's already been taken care of, don't worry yourself. I know it was self defense, those two already told Quint about it."
"He'd been there all that while?"
"He had a lesson, someone called him then he called me. Don't worry though, everyone who saw whatever happened there can't spread it."
"You... what..."
That wasn't what I was going after. Damn it, why can't he just read my mind? Better yet, let me read his. I was fretting, I know...my stomach was churning and I could feel him looking at me which wasn't helping at all.
The arms around me had tightened over time... I felt they had and the only thing I could do was hide in his chest and muffle words.
"When are you going to look at me?"
"You..."
Never...okay, not now perhaps.
"I don't think protecting yourself is wrong. The only wrong thing was you weren't careful...you need to take care of yourself and your sorroundings. What if they had back up?"
Then good thing you had people following me huh! But then he was right... I'd checked around superficially, told myself no one else was around forgetting I had tails now as well. If I'd seemed help...maybe cried help then I wouldn't have been involved in a fight...he wouldn't have seen that side of me.
He had people follow me just because he didn't think it was safe enough. From the way he kept on talking and I was nuzzling into his warmth, it seemed he wanted more guards added...like really? Could my parents do that?
To tell the truth, I don't know and I don't think so. After my run in with thug life then, they'd stopped having anyone follow me...why am I thinking about them now? We haven't been in touch for a while.
"Look at me..."
Huh! The hand tilting my head upwards made me freeze some more...man, he's handsome...
"I don't see you in a different light."
...Okay, maybe not the time to be appreciating beauty...
"...Blane?"
I nodded, or tried to. Fine! I hope that it's true...the light thingy he's just said...I don't the context though.
"Your son got into a brawl...again."
"Did you check on the reason this time? Is he okay? Has he gone to the hospital?"
From sitting calmly looking at a folder to abruptly standing then pacing around...typical her when she was somewhat worried.
"He's fine, those involved are in hospital though. "
He didn't know why he'd never told her... The last time he was injured during a brawl was several years ago. He had scratches but nothing major. It was like he never fought losing battles.
"Then just deal with the compensation yourself. Get them to check on his condition."
And she was back on the sofa documents at hand.
"Someone has already looked into it. By the time our people got there, everything had already been taken care of. I wanted to ask whether you know anything about that but it seems we're both in the dark.
"We haven't talked the whole week, you think I'd know anything?"