Chapter Twenty One- Makeup

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Will's Outfit^

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Will's POV

Battered hands slide against the rough rubber of my wheels, propelling my aching body forwards through the school hallway. My neck stings slightly, due to constant turning, and bites down on my sensitive nerves.

A light touch of makeup decorates the soft skin, covering up a series of love bites- left by Freddie, of course, yesterday evening. My face heats up just thinking about it, my fingers tracing the fading bruises.

My ears twitch, focussing on the lyrics blasting from my headphones.

'You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

I'll always love you and make you happy,

If you will only say the same'

My eye squints, navigating me through herds of students, determined not to bump into anyone. I've become one with my wheelchair, it brings about a delightful sense of freedom yet restricts me at the same time.

Despite the aching I feel deep in bones, happiness triumphs all. School has been tough, these past few weeks; I never noticed how much I depended on my mum and Freddie when I was home. My arms have developed slight muscles, from pushing myself around, and my strength seems to be swarming back.

A smile blooms on my face as I read the text Freddie sent to me,

[Hey sweetheart! Meet me outside on the field, I feel like getting fish 'n' chips today xxx ]

It might only be a small thing but the kisses he puts at the end never fail to make me happy. I bite my lip, gripping the wheels tighter and heading towards the field, only to be interrupted by a smack on my shoulder followed by my headphones being yanked out.

"Yo, Wheels!" An irritating voice calls, causing me to roll my eye in annoyance.

"Yes Billy?" I bite back a scowl, forcing a look of patience.

He's been nothing but a nuisance since day one.

Jabbing pudgy hands into my back, he badgers me about the English homework- asking to borrow it to copy from. I sigh, ignoring the too- tight grip he has on my shoulder and the sinister grin on his face.

"Sure"

He smiles, a sickly expression on his blotchy face, before tapping his leg on mine- causing shooting pains to eat away at my nerves. I wince, before looking over his shoulder and chuckling slightly.

"Where's that boyfriend of yours? Wait- why are you laughing!? Huh? Gay boy!?-"

A cough sounds from behind him, his pudgy body spinning around to meet the unimpressed face of his rival.

Lucas grasps the back of his neck tightly, a sickly sweet smile on his face. Spit flies everywhere as Billy tries to stutter out some sort of excuse. Rolling his eyes, Lucas growls out-

"I thought we talked about this? Do you not remember or do you want a reminder!?"

He raises his fist threateningly and Billy whimpers, before scuttling away with his head hung low.

"Hey, wheels, your makeup is fading" Lucas whispers, pointing to my bare neck and throwing me a sly wink.

I clamp a hand down onto the exposed area, blushing profusely.

Dammit.

"Freddie's over there," he gestures to the brown-haired beauty waiting by the doors, "tell him about Billy yeah? I can't keep beatin' him up all the time- Mr Stevens is on my back like a bloody rucksack."

Lucas has been protecting me from Billy's crew over the last few weeks; we seem to have formed some sort of pact without my knowledge.

He's quite a nice guy, he just has some questionable ways of showing it.

Lucas whistles at Freddie, to grab his attention, and pushes me towards the worried boy with a wink, before slipping into a lone classroom to do god knows what.

My flustered boyfriend comes rushing over, kissing my forehead and fussing over me like a mother hen. I laugh a grasp at his hand, telling him to calm down.

When we get to the field, I tell him about Billy- about the forced homeworks and the cruel jabs. His eyebrows furrow and his expression darkens, an angry scowl appearing on his delicate face.

"He did what!?"

"It's fine Freddie, Lucas sorted it out- there's no need to get angry, okay?" I try to calm him down, smoothing out his frown lines with aching fingers.

His expression softens, and he nuzzles into my hair; wrapping a possessive arm around my waist. He's far from happy about the confession, that much is clear, but there's no use getting mad at someone so insignificant.

"Hey, the makeup's come off of your neck-"

I blush, pushing at his wandering hands, and whine-

"It's your fault for leaving them there-"

He blows a raspberry on the bruised skin, tickling my sides and provoking childish giggles from my mouth.

"Can you really blame me?"

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Author's Note

Can we really blame him?

Look how adorable these covers are! yukikoking_94 made them for me

Should I change my current cover to one of these? If so, which one? 🥰💛

This author's Note is not going to be very long at all, because I have loads of homework to do lol, so sorry about that!

YAY?- I have this idea for a new book and this one is, sadly, coming close to the end. I'm super excited and I hope that you'll like it!

Welp, I have to binge watch dancing videos and try to comprehend Biology questions now,

I hope that you enjoyed this chapter!

Have a great day/ evening,

El x