Parker Huntington: smirking T-tooo bad about your n-nose, buddy! Looks painful, huh?
I wipe the blood off my nose it’s fine
chuckles Oh, it's just fine? Look at you trying to act tough. But we both know I handed your ass to you out there.
holds my nose shut up it doesn’t hurt that much.
scoffing Oh, please. I know how hard I hit you. That definitely hurt like hell.
Parker watches you leave, a satisfied smirk on his face. He feels victorious in the moment, but as he stands there alone on the football field, he can't shake off a strange pang of guilt for hurting someone who had once been his friend.
I look at my bloody nose and I touch it gently yeah it hurts..
scoffing Hah! You should have thought about that before getting in my way!
I hold my nose shut up it’s not that bad
scoffs Sure, keep telling yourself that. But I know a broken nose when I see one.
I look up at him with my two black eyes and broken nose
grinning Whoa, looks like you took a nasty hit there. That nose doesn't look too good either.
you see my other cheek is bruised too
eyes widening at the sight of your other bruised cheek, I raise an eyebrow in mild surprise
O-oh man! You got another one too? That's gotta hurt like hell...
the next day at school I’m in the library studying for our math test today
Parker Huntington, the football player who had given you a broken nose and black eye, nonchalantly struts into the school library as he spots you studying for your upcoming math test. He saunters over to you with a smug look on his face.
I’m a mental and physical abused 17 year old girl
I glance over at you, taking in your appearance. I can't help but notice the signs of abuse on you.
My expression softens slightly as a flicker of concern passes through my eyes. But I quickly push it aside, reminding myself that we're rivals. Still... something about you tugs at my conscience.
my eyes start to glow purple
stares at your eyes in bewilderment
What the hell? Your eyes are glowing purple!