ABBY
I walk to the locker room with an ice pack on my face, passing the mirror only to walk back to it. My reflection makes me scream but then I shut myself up with a hand slapped around my mouth because of how loud I am.
My nose looks like a doorknob. It's all swelled up. How fast was that ball?. I wince as I place the ice on it again. I hope this wears out soon before everyone starts calling me Yoshi from Super Mario.
I walk into the bathroom to change and once I'm done I come out but when I see the people walking in I wish I didn't.
"Who left an ice pack here?", one of the cheerleaders ask, pointing at the ice pack I left on the bench.
"Uh probably her", another girl with a high ponytail says, looking like asian Ariana Grande.
They all look up and simultaneously say, "Ew". Well my reaction was worse.
"What happened to her?",
Loren pushes everyone to get to the front of the crowd, "You mean why is she uglier",
"She took a hit for me, I should've looked that way", Amber says, coming forward as well with a small smile, "Thanks".
"Wow even I wouldn't do that", Priscilla Presley, one of the schools important students, says and a few other girls concur.
"Yeah that's nice", some other girls add.
I smile a bit and Loren scoffs. Probably mad that she can't act like an evil witch now. I pick up my ice pack and my bag before walking out of the place.
Maverick Presley was one of the schools highest funders. Their family were like Nashville High's gods. He funds every sector of the school. The football team, the cheer team, the school library and even all the extracurricular activities.
Her first name was originally Montana but she changed it when she got to middle school so it would sound right with her last name.
After the Presleys was the Lanes. The Lanes were the schools second highest funders. And while Priscilla was richer she wasn't as popular as Loren. She didn't have the type of main character aura Loren had.
Just like in the case of Asher and Noah. Asher's way richer, his family's the third highest funders. And his known for throwing the biggest parties.
But even with that, Noah was still way more popular.
As I walk through the parking lot, I hear a loud horn so I jump causing my ice pack to fall on the floor and unfortunately split in half.
I look up to see Noah and Asher by his car, "Princess", he yells then closes his car door and I sigh. Why does he have to call me over when Asher's there? and why did he have to honk when I was just a few feet away?.
"Princess? More like dumbo", Asher scoffs. Okay that's worse than Yoshi.
Noah jabs him in the stomach and he winces, holding on to it. I pick up my broken ice pack before walking up to them.
"Are you okay?", Noah asks and I nod placing the ice pack on my nose so they won't look at it. "Asher has something to say to you".
I look at Asher and he sure as hell looks like he would rather be in an algebra class with Mrs Hart than here.
"Go on Asher", he says, pushing Asher forward. Asher glares at him before looking at me and honestly I'd rather he looked somewhere else. I feel like shit with the hideous stare his giving me.
"Look, I hope we never get into any team together again because you suck-", he gets cut off by another jab.
He winces folding, "Say it", Noah tells him, pulling him up by the shoulder.
"Fine", he angrily says shrugging Noah's hand off. He looks at me then rudely says, "I'm sorry".
Wow, I got an apology from Asher before the earth crumbled. If that's not something to be shocked about, I don't know what is.
"Okay now piss off", Noah says, pushing him away. Asher flips him off then walks away to his car. He turns to me, "Ice cream?",
"I'm on a diet", I say.
"Diet ice cream?",
I give him a look. Diet what now?.
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"What's ice cream without sugar?", I ask as he gets into the car. I refused to go in with him so people won't think dumbo stopped by.
"Cream?", he carelessly shrugs and I sigh and he hands me my ice cream.
I give him an unsure look so he rolls his eyes.
"Just try it", he sighs.
"Okay but if it tastes like unprocessed milk I'm puking all over you", I say and he chuckles taking a spoon out of his.
I take a spoon out of mine too then shut my eyes tightly as I prepare for the worst. When the taste settles in my mouth, I open my eyes then to him.
"This is actually.. not bad", I say to him and he nods.
"Told you", he says then his face goes serious, "I'm sorry".
I look away then back at my ice cream, "For what?".
"I messed up. I made you feel you weren't important when you actually are", he says and I can feel the seriousness in his tone. I look at him.
"You blinked", I say with an achieved smile and he's confused but then a look of realization washes over his face.
"Oh no", he groans but with an amusing smile, pulling his hands over his face.
I giggle a bit.
He looks at me, "So, what does my princess want?", he asks, focusing on me like I'm this rare diamond in the museum.
I blush at his stare. "Uh..", I trail, not knowing what to say.
"C'mon, you can ask for anything", he smiles and my blush deepens.
"Your shirt", I rush, immediately looking away as I shove ice cream into my mouth.
He chuckles lowly then puts his ice cream away on the dashboard. I watch as he takes his hand behind and pulls his shirt over his head.
I almost pass out at the sight of his abs. They look way more toned and defined than before. I guess he's been working out lately. The semester's going to end soon anyway which means the big game was close.
"You sure you want the shirt or me?", he asks with a daunting smirk and I cough abruptly. His face is laced with concern as he asks, "You okay princess?".
I nod, calming myself down. "Yeah..", I clear my throat then continue, "I'm fine".
"Okay, here", he says handing me his shirt. I take it then fight the urge to sniff it right here.
"Thanks", I sheepishly say and he smiles. I take a spoon of my ice cream then wince, squinting my eyes close at the cold impact I get in my teeth.
"You've got a little something on your face", Noah says and I turn to him.
"Hmm? Where?", I ask as I wipe my right cheek. He shakes his head so I wipe my left cheek and when he shakes his head again, I sigh.
"Lemme get that for you", he says then moves closer.
My breath hitches as he takes his hand to my lips. Noah gently wipes off the ice cream settled at the corner of my mouth then sexily licks it off his finger. I mean, casually because it would seem casual to him not extraordinary the way I see it.
I let out a breath from my fast beating chest, "Th.. thanks", I stutter.
"Wanna play rock paper scissors on who drives?", he teases.
"No!", I yell and he chuckles. How can he even ask that after what happened at the lake. Is he trying to get himself killed for real this time?.
"Fine, I'll drive", he says starting up the car. I put my finished ice cream down by my feet.
Noah drives out of the ice cream place and I keep stealing glances from him.
The evening sun setting gives the atmosphere an aesthetic, making his face look Forbes cover worthy. His brown eyes brighten due to the sun light and they look prettier than a while ago.
A cool wind passes through the window and into the car. My eyes move to his bare chest again.
"Are you okay?", I ask him and he gives me a quick look before turning back to the road ahead.
"Of course, you're here", he says then reaches for my hand. He kisses the back of it then places our intertwined hands in between our seats. I smile.
"I'm actually talking about the shirt", I point out, "Aren't you cold?".
"Like I said, you're here", he says softly with his eyes still on the road and I keep smiling as I look out the window.
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"What happened to your nose? Did someone do this? Does the school know about it?", my mum bombards me with questions as soon as I step into the house.
"It's just a swelling mum, I'm fine", I try to persuade her but all she could think about is 6th grade when someone stuck out their leg for me and I ended up falling on an iron rail. I lost two teeth that day.
"Just a swelling? Abby look at your nose!", she exclaims then pulls me into the kitchen to sit me down.
"Tell me what happened", she says, bringing out the first aid box from the cabinet. We had one upstairs in my room just in case. When I asked why not her room, she said I could get hurt faster than she could. In other words, I'm clumsy.
"I got hit by a dodge ball", I say, putting the ice pack down on the kitchen table just as she puts the first aid box down.
"Oh my God", she gasps, "Are you okay honey?",
"I told you mum, I'm fine", I say then she sighs taking a seat next to me.
"Best believe I'll always be worried about you", she softly says and I nod. Her eyes flicker to my nose, "It'll wear down soon..", she assures.
"Want a bad aid to make it look better?", she asks and I nod. A band aid over it would make people stare less and make me look less like dumbo.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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