Chapter Five

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A few days passed by, and it felt like things were starting to get back to their repetitive states. It was Thursday, I think. I'm not quite sure. I don't really check the days that often unless there's an assignment due. Pretty sure every high schooler gets the days mixed up until Friday comes along.

I tapped my pencil on the assignment Alek had given me the day before, staring at the empty seat across from me. He was late. He's never been late before and, now that he is, it irritated me. He should be here. His paper and notebooks should be sprawled out on the table, looking like the organized mess it was. And that cool and calming sensation should be washing over my anger.

Why is he not here?

I rapidly tapped my pencil on the paper. Every second that passed by and he still wasn't here, the more agitated and angry I got. I couldn't stand waiting anymore and, just as I was about to go look for him, I'm hit with that cool and calming winter air sensation. It flowed through my veins, riding my angry.

I sigh, not really meaning to but, I felt relaxed. God, whatever this sensation Alek always seemed to give off, it was my drug. Clearly.

I look over at Alek as he took a seat in his usual spot. He grabbed a folder out of his bookbag and set it in front of him. His hair hung in his face so, I could only see from the tip of his nose down, but I could tell he wasn't wearing those circular glasses he didn't need.

"Why is your hair covering half of your face?" I ask, and he just shrugs it off

"Thought I would do something different" He answered, "Anyways, did you get that assignment done?" He asked, changing the subject but I didn't buy it. Something was up. I could feel it. Like the sensation he always seemed to give me was off in a way. Like it was in distress. Like one of the trees had fallen in his winter forest.

"Bullshit," I growl, and I could tell he was slightly startled by it.

"It's no big deal. You don't have to worry about me. I'm just here to tutor you," He said with a sigh. And, I'm hurt a little by his words. While, yes, that was the truth and I'd rather not get attached to him, I still thought we were close. Well, close in a way that I could be considered his only friend.

"What happened?" I press, wanting to get answers and wanting to know why he's hiding half of his face.

He looks up at me and pushes his bangs out of the way to reveal a black eye. It was swollen, and there was a cut underneath it that was scabbing over. 

I. Was. Pissed.

"Who the hell did that to you?" I demand, slamming my hand on the table to make a point. I was going to kill whoever did that to him. Yeah, Alek might be a loser, a freak, and a strange ass kid, but I wasn't going to sit by and let him get physically abused like this. 

"Shush! We're in a library" He scolded me, and I'm taken aback.

"Tell me now!" I demand, but in a softer tone, ignoring the fact that he scolded me while he's the one with a black eye.

"It's not a big deal. I'm used to it. You really don't have to get all worked up about it," He said, trying to calm my anger, and it worked, a little. "Did you have any questions about the assignment?" He asked, trying to change the subject, but I wasn't having any of it.

"No. It is a big deal! Tell me who did it." I glare at him, and he looks away.

"Nick and Ryan" He mumbled a short while after, pretty sure he was also blushing, but I was too mad to care about anything.

I quickly stood up and stormed out of the library, ignoring Alek's pleas to come back and that it's not a big deal. But it was a big deal to me. I don't know why and I don't care to know why. At least this gave me a reason to yell at the two assholes

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