You Never Knew Me (Never 1)

She leaves the door partially open and I can hear voices coming from the other room, that vicious little hag. How could she do this? I’m not making the same mistake as before, I’m telling the headmistress this time, how could it make things any worse?

“Bloody hell little cub, we can’t leave you alone for a second, can we?”

Amias is better than any salve or compress, especially as he crouches in front of me.

“You’re getting wet,” I grit out through the pain and he strokes his hand down my face.

“I don’t care, I can always get dry and you need me.”

It isn’t long before Noah and Elijah are joining him on the wet floor and the nurse gives up trying to get them to leave. I guess keeping me calm is better than the rules at the moment, and once twenty minutes pass she leads me out of the wet room wrapped in a towel.

I lie down on the observation table and she covers the burnt area with some kind of cloth before bandaging me up.

Once she deems it safe for me to leave and it takes a lot as she has to make sure I haven’t gone into shock. The area is quite large and it’s concerning her, but at least it wasn’t a third degree kind. I guess there's always a bright side or some crap like that.

The headmistress gives me the rest of the day off, although that’s probably because I have to spend the rest of the day at the hospital where it takes hours to see anyone. The nurses had seemed concerned by my injury but a well-placed laugh here and there and a feeble excuse of ‘accidents will happen’ was enough to keep them away from the police. Thankfully I’m now lying on my stomach in my own room and it’s definitely comfier.. I got lucky really, my skin is probably red and will more than likely blister. But we got to the nurse fairly quickly so there shouldn’t be any real complications. I have three days until the party and right now, I think I might just skip it all together.

Elijah comes in an hour later and he’s so excited, at least someone has something to be happy about.

“Britney has been suspended, her parents looked super pissed with her.” Elijah is laughing but I’m failing to see the funny side right now.

“Hey, come on hot stuff, cheer up. You’re doing alright and the nurse seemed fairly confident that you wouldn’t have any long-term scarring,” he says, and his word choice is only making my mood worse.

“Oh, I see, so as long as I haven’t got scarring it’s all okay. Wouldn’t you be interested if I had a few burns on me then Elijah.” My tongue can burn just as easily as the drink that was poured over me, and Elijah is in the firing line.

He tries to backtrack, but I don’t care right now. Noah comes in to see him getting flustered and asks what’s going on.

“You really need to think before you speak,” he says once Elijah explains everything.

“I didn’t mean it like that, I was just trying to cheer her up. I didn’t mean to insinuate that I only care about her looks.” He sounds desperate to make it right, but I don’t want it right now. I’ve had just about enough for one day.

“Can you guys just leave me alone for a while, I want to be alone,” I shift onto my side so my back is to them, and I let the tears fall once I hear them leave.

One more day until the party, Britney will not be coming back until the start of the new term. We have no idea how Harrison’s surgery went and I’m still being kind of bitchy to the guys. I’m sick and tired of being injured and with them always keeping an eye on me, I feel like they’re my babysitters. How can they not be fed up with it, when I am.

The girls are easier to be around, plus none of them want to get with me so that’s definitely a positive. Only, Bella isn’t her usually bubbly self and I don’t know what to do to help her.

“What’s going on with you?” I ask and Roxie rolls her eyes.

“She doesn’t have a date for the dance, she’s been asked tons of times but not by the guy she wants to ask her. But she won’t ask him herself so she’s mopey.” Roxie rolls her eyes, she doesn’t really do sympathy.

“Enough is enough, who do you like?”

She goes to open her mouth when Mattias approaches us, the only guy in my life I’m not trying to avoid.

“Matti, I haven’t seen you for a few days. How’s it going?” I ask and he smiles sweetly.

“Not too bad, can I talk to you for a second.”

I get up and move away from the girls and he looks so nervous, this can only be to do with one thing.

“What are the emails saying now?” I’m not trying to be offhand with him, I haven’t got any issue with Matti, I just don’t need any crap right now.

“Nothing new, I’m actually here as a

n advocate for Noah. They’re worried about you and Noah is having a really hard time at the moment and I know he wishes you were talking.” He looks really uncomfortable and I don't have it in me to make it any worse for him.

“I want to, but it’s just too much. I’m sick and tired of them acting like my keepers, I can look after myself. Even if I have done a rather crappy job of it lately, besides Noah never tells me anything anyway, how am I supposed to help?” I feel frustrated and helpless and I know my tone conveys that perfectly.