Not Your Average Nerd

Not yet, beautiful

Espically Andrew.

"Aaron, whats wrong?! I heard you scream and jumped our balcony's because I thought you were hurt."

I suddenly loosen my grip on everything, my body relaxing. I open my eyes wide and see Aiden crouching in front of me, his face looking of shock and... Concern?

"A-Aiden?" I stutter, confused. He looks at my fist that I'm squeezing by the wrists and his eyes get bigger. "Oh my gosh, Aaron your fists is bleeding, bad!" I yank it away when he reaches for it. I furrow my eyebrows and stand up, ignoring the pain in my hand and blood dropping to the floor. "Why are you here?" I said it more confused than insulting. I was just shocked as to how he got in my room.

And why?

He takes a step closer to me and I take one back, still shocked. "You were screaming and I thought you were hurt. So I ju-"

"You-... You came because you thought I was hurt?" He nodded without hesitation. "Yes. And you are! Come on." He grabs the wrist of my good hand and drags me towards the door. Before he can open it, I slam my hand on it. I then pull my hand out of his grasp. "I'm fine." I lie.

He rolls his eyes and looks out the door, as if looking for my brother. He then grabs my wrist again and pulls me out. He successfully gets me out of my bedroom door. I am tugging on his wrist to let me go. "I'm serious, Aiden. I'm find!" I yell-whisper. Aiden ignored me and drags me around the whole upstairs before finally found the bathroom. And the whole time he had to deal with me complaining about how i was perfectly fine. All the while, my fist was killing me.

He took me in the bathroom and locked the door behind him. He pointed to the toilet seat. "Sit." I cross my arms. "You think just because you tell me to do something, I'll do it?" I scoff. "Then you-" I got cut off when he grabbed my shoulders and forced me to sit on the toilet. I pout.

His lips barley pull up, and he smiles in the smallest way. Then shakes his head and searches for stuff in my drawers. "I am fine. It's just blood, Aiden. Besides, I'm more interested in how you jumped the balcony." He shakes his head. "I don't even know myself, shortcake."

I stand up and look at my fist. It'd still bleeding, some dropping down my hand and wrist. I shake my head and hide it. "Well, I'm just fine so I'm going to go n-" when I went to the door, Aiden grabbed my waist from behind and picked me up, putting me on the counter in front of him. I act calm. Key word there... Act.

I wasn't calm at all. In fact, my whole body was firing up inside. He had placed me up here like it was so normal and is being all cool about it. And he's close. Close enough that my knees touch his chest. I bite down on my teeth.

"Here it is." He pulls out some peroxide and long white bandages. Along with toilet paper. He turns to me and holds out his hand, palm up. I look at him wearily. He rolls his eyes while sighing. "Put your hand on mine."

"Why?"

"So I can make sure you won't yank away." I glare at him before putting my hand in his, palm down. As soon as our hands touch, my hands light up with fire. I swallow as he wraps two fingers around my wrist, trapping my hand there.

Aiden then grabs the peroxide and pours just a little bit on the toielt paper. He then start to clean around my knuckles. When he clean all that blood up, he slowly places it over my knuckles. I clentch my fingers on instinct and they wrap around Aidens hand. My other balled into a fist.

It stung like a fucking bee sting. No- Japanese hornet sting. I squeezed my eyes and lips shut, turning my head away from Aiden. As soon as I do-

"Hey," I open my eyes and look at Aiden. He laughs. "It's okay to cry. I've punched plenty of walls before. Most times it hurts like mother." I furrow my eyebrows and give him a death glare. "I'm not crying." He nods, still cleaning out my fucked up knuckles. "I know that. But you want to."