James POV
I watched Lusi walk away from me and the new girl whilst talking to her mom. I could see she was grateful for the distraction because she hadn't even turned to glance back. I sighed and hit the wood that was sticking out from its shelf causing it to break but also cut my hand.
"Damn it!!!" I shouted as my frustration grew.
"Please calm down." A faint voice whispered.
I turned around and realized I wasn't alone. I had forgotten the girl's presence.
"How much did you hear?" I asked when I realized that she had interrupted us.
"Only a faint shout of arranged marriage. Soulless and dead" she whispered.
"What's your name?"
"Lily."
"Well, Lily listen up. You will not speak to anyone including your boyfriend concerning this. Cause I find anything speculating all hell will ruin whatever you have left. I'll turn into the devil himself" I snapped then pushed past her and went to the bathroom to try and cool off.
Rinsing my hand I tried to tare my vest with my left hand but it was hard due to the fucking quality.
"Dang it!" I yelled slamming the injured hand stupidly into the mirror. It shattered causing more blood. Pain radiated through my right arm, my head started buzzing and I felt awfully sick.
I heard the door click open and turned to find Oliver gaping at me. Worrying written on his face. But my sight began to blur.
"You need help..." I heard him say.
"I...don't... Leave me" I said but I was seeing black... "I just need my wife...please. Tell her I'm sorry..." I whispered before I was out...
Oliver's POV
James was out on the floor with blood pouring out his right hand but also his nose. This guy has serious issues. I pulled him and lifted him up. Shit, I felt gay and I hate feeling gay. I hurriedly ran out of the bathroom into the nurse's office but not before gaining many gasps and whispers. Damn high-schools. No matter how far you go. They all the same.
"What happened?" The nurse screeched when I played James on the bed.
"He seemed to be having a panic attack. I assume he hit the mirror in the bathroom because it was shattered when I got there." I said hurriedly.
I watched as she continued to rush around checking his pressure. She picked up her phone and immediately said
"The son of Peterson James is badly hurt...Yes...Obviously.
Don't you think I know that?
His pulse is low.
Don't fucking test me just get here with the ambulance soon." She snapped.
"Did he say anything? Anything at all?" She asked as she injected something into him and strapped him to the bed.
"I just need my wife...tell her...I'm sorry."
How is it gonna help her anyway... I've learned though from keeping shit but...
"He said he needs his wife and to tell her he's sorry," I said.
She immediately paled and looked at me curiously.
"Who is he married to?" I asked.
"No one" she snapped "and don't you ever get involved...or else you'll find yourself saved a spot in hell..." She said as she leveled with me. Now I know most of my old high school friends would say that a red-haired nurse with killer heels and a serious look is equal to a kinky bonus but shit this nurse scared the hell out of me.
"I've been told a lot lately bout that." I laughed harshly.
"Good best you take it to heart. Or else you might find your past haunting you." She said. She gestured to the door and I moved to it. I turned once at the door and looked at James. Why do his demons seem deeper? Why can't I get away from all of this? Most of all will I ever be safe? I sighed and walked out to the office to get a pardon note for class. The receptionist gave me a white collared shirt due to the blood on my blue shirt. Life just took a turn. For the worst or good, I have no idea...