Wren, it was nice to get to know you, the teacher said, smiling pitifully before getting up and waving.
The man's eyes caught Ronin's rough figure standing near the door, a big mop in his hands. The man let a shallow smile slip before he continued down the halls, his footsteps reverberating throughout the space.
Ronin fumbled to the door, still holding the mop as he found the energy to keep going. He walked inside, swiftly hiding his pain. Looking at Wren as she packed her bag, the mop hit the floor, creating a loud smack as Ronin leaned on the nearest table for support. Wren winced at the loud smack.
Her eyes met Ronin's, and a surge of determination flew through him as he quickly bent down, wincing as he picked the mop up slowly. He muscled through the edges of the room, glancing back at Wren's almost frozen stature.
"So... what's wrong with you?" Ronin asked.
Wren's eyes drifted over to him. She wanted to talk, but her voice didn't come.
"Are you deaf, mute, shy?" his voice trailed off as he got closer.
"I'm... fine," she said, confusing Ronin with her random answer.
She was well done with packing her bag. Ronin had gotten closer as he leaned gently on the desk next to her. "So the psychology teacher thinks you're crazy?" Ronin's voice enveloped the classroom. "Wh-what?" Wren responded with barely a whisper.
"You know that's why he held you after, right?"
Wren was silent again.
"You look like shit," Ronin said, staring intently. Wren had only now noticed how close he was. She covered her cheek with her hand, meeting Ronin's curious eyes. She quickly noticed his lip was slightly bleeding, and the rest of his face complimented it jaggedly. Wren didn't know why she wasn't offended by his comment to which she responded,
"I know."
She said, sitting down in the chair at the desk. She looked defeated as always.
"I-it's not like I look any better," he built up the courage to say after debating his comments in his head.
"Does it hurt?" Wren asked as her eyes tried to decide between the desk and Ronin.
"No," Ronin lied. It was just a 4v1. Wren's eyes had decided.
"I won," Ronin lied again. He was almost afraid when Wren's eyes had set on him. They were lifeless and dark.
They lit up as a bright light reflected off of them and seared through the room. Ronin looked out the big window, attempting to see the parking lot. Wren jolted up from her seat, making her way out of the classroom quickly. She hadn't noticed Ronin following until his curiosity boiled over after she had told him he needed to go worryingly.
Ronin hadn't listened and continued to follow her. He hadn't exactly known why. The school doors slammed open. Coming out from around the corner. Wren was shaking when she met her father at the door. His strong stature came towards her.
Her father stopped as Ronin came out from behind the corner. Their gazes met Ronin instantly recognized him from the bar the other day. Wren was confused. Her father had remained in his current state. She saw his fists clench.
"Who the hell are you?" Wren's father's raspy voice scolded. Wren closed her eyes hoping this was just one big nightmare.
Ronin wasn't sure why he was honest when he shared his name. His manners must've kicked in from nowhere.
Wren's father stood there. He grabbed Wren's wrist. Looking at Ronin again, "Kid he exclaimed, grabbing Ronin's attention fuck off!" her father's voice echoed through the hall as he stepped forward. Ronin quickly flew down the hall, stumbling and gripping his stomach. He didn't look back.