Fragile(NOT COMPLETED, UNDER REVISION, PLZ DONT READ RN)

Chapter 7

"Logan, I'm sure you know the drill already." He says as he scribbles on the paper, then rips it and hands the slip to Logan.

"As for you," He says clasping his hands and turning towards me, "Considering I don't recall ever seeing you in my office before I'll you off this time."

        I sigh in the relief the same time Logan rolls his eyes.

"What seems to be the problem?" Mr.Harold directs at Logan.

"Nothing." Logan says shifting his position in the chair.

        Mr.Harold seems fed up and finally waves us off, telling us we can leave. I hop out of my seat, limping away from his office as fast as I can. I readjust my bag on shoulder, checking the clock above on the wall.

        2:37

        Good. Less than ten minutes left of school and then I can leave. I push open the door that leads into the hallway, and start towards my locker. Just as I start to turn my lock, my hand is ripped off of it and my body is pulled backwards away from my locker.

"What are you doing?" I squeak out, staring at the back out Logan's head. He cocks his head to the side, his brown hair glowing as the light from the window hits it. 

"You hurt your leg, I said I was taking you to the nurse. So I'm taking you to the nurse." He responds.

"You're h-hurting my arm." I stutter. 

"Tell the nurse to put some ice on it then." He balls up the small slip of paper with the hand the isn't grabbing onto me, and shoots it into the garbage bin at the corner of the hall.

        I gulp, looking down at my feet as they trip over one another trying to keep up with his pace. He knocks on the nurses door, loudly and rapidly but no one opens the door.

"Why are you-" I open my mouth to ask but I get interrupted.

"Why did you lie to me?" He questions.

"W-What?" I ask genuinely confused.

"Why did you lie to me?" He asks again, gripping harder onto my arms.

"Please s-stop that." I stammer, shaking my arm out of his grip only to be backed up against the wall. "I d-don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh really? You don't remember almost getting run over by a car?" He asks sarcastically.

        God help me.

"No. I don't re-"

"Quit lying Grace. I saw you, and I know you saw me. Stop acting as if you don't know me at all," He snaps, "I saw you bleeding and-"

"Just drop it!" I beg, getting fed up. "One of the drama club's make up artists asked i-if she could p-practice on me. S-so I let her" I lie, "That b-blood and stuff was fake."

"What about today then?" He asks, tucking the hair blocking the bruise behind my ear.

"I-I don't know. Allergic reaction?"

"You looked fine this morning." He remarks, staring at me straight in the eyes.

"Well-"

        The door suddenly flies open, the nurse peering her head through the door. Her eyes widen when she catches our certain position and clears her throat. Logan backs two steps away from me but not entirely off of me.

"What seems to be the problem?" The nurse asks, eyeing us up and down.

"She hurt her leg." He answers, and I limp forward away from him to prove his point.

        The nurse holds out her hands, and I place mine on top of hers as she helps guide me into the little medical room and helps me to sit up on the tiny medical bed. Logan stands behind her the whole time, crossing his arms with a scowl on his face. I tell her where the pain is coming from and she announces that she will get some ice and be right back. I keep my hands folded on lap and stare at it, avoiding Logan's stare.

        The bell rings and startles me considering the room was so quiet just a second ago. Slowly I look up, my eyes connecting with his.

"I think y-you should g-go now." I say, lifting my hand and gesturing towards the door.

        The nurse comes bustling back into the room, the ice pack wrapped in towel as she hands it to me. She wipes her hands with the tiny brown paper towels on the table before exiting the room. Logan walks up to me, taking the ice pack out my hand and placing it on the space next to me before leaning over me.

"Answer my question."

"Why do you care so much?"

"Stop avoiding the topic."

"L-Logan," I say looking up at him, "Can you just p-please leave me alone? Nothing about me concerns you."

"Well then we can just act like it does." He states stepping back and handing me the ice pack.

"No, I'd rather not." I say, leaning back to touch the wall.

        Why is he still here? Why can't he leave already? I press the ice against my leg and shut my eyes as the coolness relieves the pain. I stay like that for a few seconds and when I open my eyes, Logan is still standing there. He eyes me up and down, his gaze lingering on my face, more precisely on the bruise, for a few extra seconds before he just turns around and leaves.

        His footsteps echo through the quiet room and disappear into the loud hallway. I slump down, letting out a small breath I didn't know I was holding in. I want to go home.

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