L'une des plus grandes douleur est d'aimer une personne que tu ne peux pas avoir.
One of the greatest pains is loving someone that you cannot have
Darcie Scott has been in love with Nixon Campbell since forever. There's just one problem. He's da...
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Contusions are the last thing in the world that you'd consider beautiful but there was something quite mesmerizing about the bruise that was forming around my eye. Just above my eye was red while the area under my eye was turning a funny blueberry-like color. It wasn't going to last because soon enough, the blue-purple color would turn to black while the red would fade into a shade of orange before everything will go yellowy, like I was jaundice or something.
No matter. I was still rather proud of my black eye. At least I didn't have a split lip, unlike Sean Thomas.
"Really?" An exasperated voice sighed from the entryway of the nurse's office. Slowly, I turned my attention to the girl that spoke only to find a very unimpressed Darcie Scott stood there, staring at me incredulously. "How stupid are you?!"
I opened my mouth to protest but I was cut off when Darcie raised her hand to stop me. "Don't answer that question because I already know that answer. Seriously! Of all the people you decide to start a fight with, you chose Sean? You're damned lucky, Nixon, because he could have easily killed you."
"I don't think-"
"Exactly!" She yelled, throwing her hands up in the air. I couldn't help but stare at her with wide eyes when she stepped closer to me and slapped the back of her hand down against my shoulder. "You don't think! God, you're a mess. Look at your face."
Reaching out her arm, I tried to pull away as she used her hand to gently turn my face in her direction. She scrutinized my injury, wincing when she saw how red my sclera is thanks to the ruptured blood vessels in my eye. When Darcie's assessment of my face is over, she stands up straight and stares me down.
"Does it hurt?" She asked. I shook my head in response and watched as she bit down on her lip thoughtfully. "Any double vision? Headache? Migraine?"
"I'm fine," I protested.
"Pity," Darcie sighed heavily. "Sean didn't hit you hard enough if that's the case."
I scoffed. "Did you really have to tell him about last night?" I asked quietly. When I dared to look at Darcie, she was frowning at me in confusion. "You did tell him, right? I mean, he was talking about you when he said that an amazing girl fell for my bullshit. Obviously."
I thought that, in the past twenty-four hours, that I had seen the full range of Darcie Scott's emotions but the darkness that took over her features right now scared the bejesus out of me. I recoiled somewhat from the coldness in her eyes and really had to entertain the idea that she was possessed. I don't think I've ever been so terrified- not even when I watched that Japanese horror movie Owen made me watch on Halloween last year.
"Amazing?" There was a certain detachment in her voice and it made me even more nervous than I was before. Then Darcie laughed maniacally. "Oh, yeah, I'm just fucking amazing! So amazing that he-"
She stopped abruptly, thinking better of her words. Then, like a mask peeling away from her- or the facade going back up- Darcie's face morphed into one of calm serenity. She stepped away from me and edged closer to the door, turning back to only say, "Hope you feel better soon."
