I held my head down again as I lazily looked around the classroom. I still was in ISS, which honestly confused me. Like, shouldn't I be in jail or something?
Yet, I wasn't really complaining. I was able to "learn" old topics from my other classes and get some boring work done.
"Hey, you've been quiet more than usual... Are you okay?" The rich guy asked, taking a seat next to me.
It was lunch, so it wasn't like anyone was going to really going to know. Nor were they likely to hear my sob story.
"Yeah..." My voice was still soft even though the bruise around my neck was gone and my lips weren't as bad as before. Plus my cheek and eye were no longer swollen!
"Alright. Well, I got us some soup..."
A calm smile lightly tugged at my lips.
He was always bringing me lunch, checking me for anymore bruises and cutes(without taking off my shirt or anything like that), tending to them, even letting me sleep often... He wasn't that bad really.
"Just two more weeks and we can see each other just once a day..." There was laughter in his voice but his eyes were sad looking.
"Maybe I should get in trouble then, so I can keep you company." I joked getting him to ruffle my hair as he gave a calm laugh.
"Oh come on! No getting in trouble, got it? At least wait for this to die down."
Me and him stared into one another's eyes, my relaxed body becoming almost limp.
"I promise that I'll try." I murmured, breaking my gaze to eat some soup.
Ashton lightly rubbed my head again, giving out a soft hum.
"If you need a hand or a person to talk to, just come find me."
Another small smile tugged at my lips, my body feeling warm at his words. It felt like he cared about me...
"I will..."
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Silenced
WerewolfSome of the most toughest people are just scared, sometimes they are scared of the person they're suppose to trust, or they're scared of themselves. Thing is, they're called tough because they act like nothing can get to them, using little emotion t...
