Crushing On The Bully (Crushing on You 2)

“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, “I just need to some sleep.”

“And you’ll get it as soon as your pupils return to normal,” Clarissa said, sprinting back into the bathroom.

After she cleaned the cuts on Skull’s hands Clarissa sat down next to him and leaned her head on his shoulder. She was exhausted and her feet were killing her, but she knew she had to keep Skull awake.

“So what have you been up to, Bookworm?” he asked, moving his arm so that he could hold her hand.

“Nothing much, the normal, which is working,” Clarissa said and fought the urge to pull away from him. Her mind was screaming that she should throw him out on his ass, but Clarissa’s heart wouldn’t allow it. Even if she hadn’t liked him so much, Clarissa didn’t think she could turn away an injured person if she was able to help.

“That sounds boring,” Skull said. Clarissa could tell that he was suppressing a laugh.

“I stay too busy to get bored,” Clarissa shrugged, “What have you been up to?”

“School and stuff,” Skull shrugged.

“What stuff?” Clarissa asked hopefully.

“Just stuff,” Skull laughed and winced.

“What are you majoring in?” Clarissa asked, desperate to find out something more about him.

“Does it matter?” Skull asked.

“Why do you keep so many secrets?” Clarissa asked.

“I don’t, not really,” Skull shrugged.

“Yes, you do, Skull,” Clarissa said, “You live like you have more than one life or something.”

“Huh?”

“You’ve never really answered any of my questions, not the important ones at least. You evade them again and again,” Clarissa sighed.

“I do not,” Skull protested.

“Do too,” Clarissa frowned.

“We all have things we don’t like others to know, Bookworm,” Skull said.

“True, but for you that seems to be everything,” Clarissa sighed.

“No, it’s not!” Skull snapped, “Can’t you just mind your own damn business?”

“Well, you become my business when you show up on my doorstep bloody and beat up! It becomes my business when I’m on my way to meet back up with you and I find you beating the bloody hell out of some guy in a damn alley way!” Clarissa yelled.

“Chill out,” Skull sighed.

“This is my damn apartment and I don’t have to chill out! I don’t have to do anything I don’t want to, this is my home!” Clarissa shouted.

“Fine!” Skull shouted back as he stood up, “I’m outta here. I shouldn’t have come here in the first damn place!”

“You can’t leave, moron! You have a concussion!” Clarissa said and stood up.

“Shove off, Bookworm!” Skull said and started towards the door.

“I’m not letting you drive right now!” Clarissa said and slid in between him and the door.

She looked up at him and felt guilty for starting this conversation tonight. He was hurt and despite her hunger for answers, she should have at least waited until the morning.