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'Quillion!'
My last thought before the locked door was kicked down with a deafening crash.
In shock from the wooden door being knocked down, the boys let loose their grip on me. On cue, I swiftly dash towards the closest person to the door, clinging onto the individual.
"Are you okay? Did they touch you!" this familiar voice, it was definitely him. I was trembling, I shook my head, to let him know I wasn't hurt, but finding his fist clenched, I knew he wasn't convinced.
Tightening my arms around his broad chest, my hold is definitely suffocating him, but he didn't budge.
'I don't want him to get involved with these boys, I don't need him to put himself in a bad position for me,' this thought took over my petrified self for a second, distracting me from everything.
Realizing that my short nails are digging into his cold skin, I loosen my grip but not too much. Holding on to him, hiding my face into his broad chest, I could hear his rapid heartbeat and feel his worried eyes search for any serious bruises on me. As soon as I felt his warm arms protectively wrap around my trembling body, the tears I'd been fighting to hold back decide to let loose. Without a care in the world, I start sobbing loudly and shamelessly in Wild's arms, the tears wouldn't stop. I let Quillion hold me, my dishevelled head fit perfectly under his chin and his smell was calming because within minutes I stopped crying. Still drowning in Quillion's now wet shirt, I can hear Mrs. M loud cross voice scolding the boys as she asked them to follow her to the principal's office.
"How did you know?" I look up, searching for answers in his heartening eyes.
"Yelda. She found me; I am glad she came when she did. Are you okay?" he questions me one more time, still holding me in his warm hands. I nod, still scanning his face; gradually his right hand finds its way to my wet cold cheeks. Wiping away my left-over tears, cold at the touch, I blink for a second taken back by his touch, but our eyes did not falter. The bell broke us off our trance. It was like we are at a standstill, the world completely blurred out, and our breaths in sync; we were in a world out of this one.
"Uhm! Thank you. For coming for me," I stutter as we jump apart, I start patting my crinkled clothes flat, looking everywhere but at the boy who just travelled to a different world with me, figuratively speaking.
"Right," he stammers as well, his right arm rubbing the back of his neck, looking everywhere as well.
"Well, lets go. Class is about to start," I motion at the door and we both head to class, Quillion walking a step behind me. Right before stepping into class, Quillion grabbed my hand and I winced, and he quickly let go.
"Are you sure you are okay? I think you should visit the nurse and have your wrist checked," Quillion insists, staring at my wrist as if he had broken it.
"I am totally fine. This is nothing," I exclaim with a smile but his eyebrows reaching for his hair line and his forehead all crunched like neatly folded clothes.
"I will let you know if anything. I promise," I declare with my hands in the air in surrender. Before he can start lecturing me again, I rush inside, crash into my seat, only to wince again. I forgot about bumping into the desk during the struggle, quickly hiding my pain I look up at a "I told you so" plastered on Quillion's face followed by "I'll carry you there if I have to".
"Are you sure," came his voice in a whisper near my eyes, making my look at him.
"I am," I reassure him with a warm smile which thankfully convinced him, shifting our attention to the rest of the classes. The rest of the day goes by scribbling in my notebook, wincing once in a while because of my wrist and Quillion shooting evil eyes towards me with every wince. Today has been an unexpectedly eventful and tremendously long day, too many things took place.
"I can't wait to jump into my bed!" I shrugged as the bell for the end of the day rang. Standing up from my seat, my stretched hands get clutched by a pair of cold hands, sparking pain in that area.
"You better take care of that when you get home," a very cross Quillion stood beside holding my hand. I look at him then at my hand and back at him questioning it all, realization hit him as he quickly let go.
"Thank you for today, Quillion," I calmly express my gratitude one last time before heading home.
"I thought friends didn't say thank you," came Quillion's amused playful voice, I look at him finding a smirk followed by both of us bursting into laughter.
"Right! Well I'll see you tomorrow then," I look back before running out towards home.
"Text me when you reach! Apply some ointment on that hand of yours!" I hear Quillion's scream trails off as I take couple of rushed steps away from school and closer to home... right, home... Fingers crossed, I hope this is it for today, enough trouble for one day, please.