A Little Game

Part 7

I continued about my day as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred. Even though it did. I chewed on my lip and walked back over to the pool. My friend waved me over and I jumped in after her. "What's up?" she asked "I just went to get a lemon-" Crap, with everything that had happened I had totally forgotten. "I just had the strangest conversation with Brock." "oooooooo, something got a little spicy!" Daisy teased. "As if" I retorted. "Mhm." she responded clearly not believing a word I said.

I had spent a few hours at the pool and decided it was a good time for a rest. I walked back to the room when suddenly I tripped. I stumbled forward flying face first into the ground. My hands were too slow and I had slipped on concrete and my knee and face were now bleeding. I bit back tears just in case someone was watching and rushed back to the room. I let out a sigh of relief when I closed the door and leaned back on it, finally able to let tears stream down my face. I looked in the mirror and clutched my knee. It wasn't awful but it hurt a lot. "Hah, someone hurt your feelings?" Brock was in the room. I looked up with blurry tears as he walked around the corner. "Such a loud cryer." But when he turned the corner his face fell. "Shut up you loser." I sobbed out, unable to control my outburst. However, to my surprise he rushed forward and grabbed my face. He gently turned my face to get a better look. "Go ahead, do your worst," I said expecting a rude comment. But it never came. Instead he took my hand and led me to the bathroom. Grabbing a towel and wetting it he gently rubbed it on my cuts. He was so close. I looked at him. Never seeing him this kind before. My eyes searched his face looking for a smirk or smile but all he did was look empathetic. I'd never really noticed him, his facial features, all of it. The chestnut brown hair, defined jawline, thick drawn-in brows, creamy skin. I bit back a smile fearing that it must have been a joke. He finished and stood up. And then left. He left me standing there dumbstruck. I must've looked like an idiot all googly-eyed. "Brock?" I called out "Thank you, really." No response. Typical.