I am smiling like an idiot as I walk into Herondale High because I feel like a thorn has been pulled out of my throat.
"Brandon!" I was about to enter our building when someone called me, so I turned around. I found Chesca waving at me while running.
"Careful!" I yelled because she might trip. And it seems that I jinxed it. I put down my bag and quickly ran to her before she completely tripped.
I was able to hold her, but she put all her weight on me, so we ended up lying on the cement. I'm on the bottom, and she's on top.
It fucking hurts. My back hurts, damn!
"Bran, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. Her eyes were frantic with concern as she tried to assess the damage. I winced in pain but managed to reassure her that I would be fine.
I groaned, "Yep, I am okay, but we need to stand up." I tried to stand up because we were gathering attention already.
