chapter 14

Harrison POV:

Shit.

I hurried over to Isaac, trying to ignore all the other student's voices. I heard Coach angrily scolding Dillon and something along the lines of a one week suspension.

"Harrison, take Isaac to the nurse." He instructed.

I picked him up bridal style and carried him to the nurse. His right eye looked like it was forming a painful bruise, how good of a thrower was Dillon, jeez.

"Oh poor boy. What happened?" The nurse rushed over to me, surveying Isaac's face.

"He got hit pretty hard in the face with a dodgeball." I replied, placing him on the empty bed. Even knocked out, he still looked beautiful.

I sat on the chair next to him, watching nurse Naylor try to find an ice pack. "Oh you can go sweetheart, if you need to go to your next lesson."

I shook my head, "No it's fine, I can wait for him."

She smiled at me, then wrapped the ice pack in a towel, and placed it on Isaac's eye. "If you could just hold this in place for about 15 minutes, and tell him when he wakes up to repeat several times a day for about two days." She handed the ice pack to me. "Thank you darling."

I nodded in response, I would much rather be here than in physics with Mr Bull, he was the rudest teacher I'd met in a while.

I watched the clock hand tick slowly, thinking of ways to get Dillon back. It was so obvious it was deliberate, I should've been there for him. I heard shuffling noises and instantly looked down at Isaac to see him moving slightly.

He was awake.

"F-fuck." He tried to get up, but fell back down. "Where am I?" He looked around and realised he was in the nurse's room. "My eye hurts like a fucking bitch, who threw the dodge ball?" He absentmindedly put his hand over mine that was holding the ice pack, his hand warm compared to mine.

I was so distracted at the fact that his hand was on mine, that I forgot he had even asked me a question. "Hellooo, Harrison." He waved his free hand in front of my face. "Did you get hit too? Maybe you have a concussion. How many fingers am I holding up?" He put up 4 fingers.

"Shut up. I heard what you said and I'm definitely not concussed, I didn't get hit."

"That's what somebody who had a concussion would say." He mumbled, but I heard it loud and clear, but decided to ignore it. "Dillon threw the ball." I finally answered.

Isaac's eyes became narrowed and cold, "I should've known, that boy is crazy."

"I thought you and Zavier were the enemies, not you and Dillon."

"So did I." He sighed, closing his eyes. "The ice pack feels so good."

"Do you want me to leave?" Please say no. Please say no. Please say no.

"No stay." He repositioned himself, his hand coming off mine now. Damnit. "I'm actually so tired."

"What time did you sleep last night?"

"I don't even know, probably like 3." He opened his eyes again, looking at me with those sickeningly blue eyes. "Thanks Harrison."

"Thanks?" I repeated unsure of what he was thanking me for.

"Yeah, for being there of course." He smiled, gently taking my hand off the ice pack, and replacing it with his then standing up.

"Well I guess we should go. Where's Nurse Naylor?" He stretched, his shirt rising up a bit, definitely not distracting me.

"Uh.. s-she had to get some stuff I think." The words completely vanished from my mind.

He looked at me concerned. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head?"

"Let's go blackeye." I walked out first, him laughing behind me at his own stupid concussion jokes.

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Isaac POV:

I had to give credits to Dillon for being able to throw that well because my eye was still fucked. The bruise had spread a bit more, the colour now purple-blue ish. Jax said it made me look 'badass', so at least one person appreciated it.

I didn't see Dillon or Zavier after I came back from the nurse, both of them disappearing. Not like I would've wanted to see them; I don't even know what I wanted to do to get back Dillon.

"Isaac, come down for dinner." My moms voice called out. I had managed to get past her after school without her seeing me, but she was definitely going to see the bruise now.

Shit. If only I had someone who was good at makeup right now.

I reluctantly made my way down the stairs, dreading the questions about the bruise.

"Finally you're he- What has happened to your eye? I sent you to school, not war, Jesus." My moms dramatic self made her way to me, inspecting my eye.

"Got hit by a dodge ball by Dillon." I bluntly answered, pulling away to go sit at the table. Dad wasn't here- business trip, mom had said.

"Dillon? I recognise that name." I left her to think about the name, digging into my food." Oh, Zavier's best friend?" She got it eventually.

I nodded.

"Zavier wouldn't hang out with people who'd do such a thing." She denied. Well mom, apparently he does.

"Sure." I stopped the conversation from going onto the type of friends Zavier would have. "I can still go to the soccer tournament next week right?" I prayed silently; please say yes, please say yes, please say yes.

"Of course." YES. "As long as you write or give an apology to Zavier." What...?

"An apology?" I am so sorry Zavier for taking the blame for you, I should've tried to defend myself more. Is that a good apology?

"Yes, you blaming the guest for something you clearly did is not okay. That doesn't show the right manners, so if you want to go to the tournament, apologise to Zavier."

What

The

Fuck?

Am I dreaming, maybe Harrison wasn't the concussed one, it was actually me? I pinched myself, but nothing changed. My moms expectant face was still there, looking at me disappointingly.

"Ugh, okay then." I reluctantly accepted my defeat. "I'll do it tomorrow." Definitely not in front of anyone, that would be humiliating.

"No, you do it now." Was she crazy? I'm not walking to his house to give a stupid apology. "He's coming over because I have to give him some casserole I baked to share with his family." She explained.

Still stupid in my opinion. Was the casserole that necessary? I didn't think so.

I kept quiet, the sounds of silverware scraping across the plates being the source of entertainment. Finishing my food, I put my plate away when the doorbell decided to ring at the most convenient time.

Wow.

Talk about perfect timing.

It had to be Zavier, and even my mom knew this, going into the kitchen to get the casserole while I went to open the door.

"Hello Zavier." I stretched my lips into a thin line, for once, I would've preferred if Fanny was here. At least she just ignored me.

"Shit. I didn't know the bruise looked that bad." His alert eyes surveyed my face, like I was some painting on sale.

"Good to see you too." I sarcastically smiled. Way to bring someone's self esteem down. "How's your boyfriend doing?" The words tumbled out before I can stop them.

"My boyfriend? What?" His brows furrowed, looking at me for an explanation, but my mom came out, saving me from an uncomfortable chat.

"Zavier, how are you?" She smiled widely, dropping the casserole in my hands, and going to give him a hug.

"I'm much better now knowing I've got your casserole Mrs Reid."

Yuck. I pretended to put a finger down my throat, making a disgusted look at Zavier. He flipped me off -literally-behind my mothers back.

Their hug being over, I shoved the casserole into Zavier's hands, happy to get it out of my hands. My mum started going off into an excited chatter, so I took this distraction as an opportunity to try and sneak away.

"Oh Isaac, where are you going?" Zavier stopped me halfway there. I gritted my teeth, slowly turning back around and putting on a fake smile.

"Oh yes, Isaac has something he'd like to say." My mom folded her arms, giving me a threatening look.

Oh God.

I walked back towards Zavier who looked at me with an amused look, "Zavier, I am very apologetic and sorry for being so terrible and blaming you for something which you did."

"Isaac." My mom warned me.

"Oh oops, just slipped out." I fake laughed, not liking the way Zavier was enjoying how uncomfortable I was. "Anyways, yes, that's my apology."

"Isaac that is not an apology." Um yes it was, did she not hear the sorry?

"It's okay Mrs Reid, He might be tired from hitting his eye."

"What the f-" I tried to say, but Zavier put his hand over my mouth, my mom hidden from this being behind me. "Anyways Mrs Jones, it's been good to see you and Isaac. Tell Mr Jones I say hi."

"Bye Zavier, have a good night."

Zavier took his hand off my mouth and waved, then left. I needed to go rinse my mouth straight away, who knew what germs laid on his hand?

When he had left, my mom tutted at me, and walked back into the living room. I rolled my eyes, then headed up to my room. I still didn't have my phone yet, so I pulled out my books, and decided to study.

Anything to pass time.

Third Person POV:

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Something kept hitting Isaac's window, but assuming it was a tree or something, he ignored it.

However, the tapping only got louder, pissing him off more, so he stood up and went to investigate what tree was trying to start a fight with him. Instead, emerald eyes met his looking to see Zavier propped up on a sort of ledge, knocking on his window.

He had definitely hit his head, he thought.

"It'd be nice if you let me in." His voice came out a bit muffled, the window separating them.

Isaac pondered whether to let him in; in the past few days, he had been pinned up against a locker because of him, hit with a dodge ball giving him a black eye because of him once again, grounded, and he had just been forced to give him an apology for something he didn't do.

That sounded like a clear no to him.

"I'm good actually." Isaac turned around, smiling to himself. "Isaac, please." Zavier was in a very uncomfortable position, maybe about 2 seconds away from major damage to his body.

"Hmm, I don't know." Isaac gladly bathed in Zavier's pain, a tiny bit of payback.

"Fuck, just please let me in." He begged.

"Okay." Isaac walked smugly to go open the window, finally letting him in.

"Thank you." Zavier was pulled up by Isaac, making them both stumble a bit into each other.

"So why are you here? Come to give me a bruise on the other eye or what?" Isaac stepped back a bit, just for precaution, but Zavier took a step forward again.

"No I ju- I don't know why Dillon did that." He studied Isaac's face, unconsciously getting closer.

Isaac took a step back again, not liking the closeness between the two of them. It felt strange.

"Wait." Zavier gently spoke, slowly reaching out to touch right underneath the bruise. He let his fingers run down Isaac's face, making him shiver slightly.

Isaac snapped back to his senses, and withdrew himself from Zavier, keeping a great distance between the two. "What do you want?" Isaac's defence came back up, he couldn't trust Zavier one bit.

"I just wanted to say sorry." Zavier cast his glance down, looking away from Isaac's disbelieving look.

Isaac couldn't believe his ears. Zavier... saying sorry. Today was just getting more and more crazy. "For real?"

"Yeah, I mean what happened today wasn't right. Dillon still won't tell me why he hates you even more now, and neither will you so I might as well apologise."

Isaac did feel a bit guilty for Zavier, he reminded him of an innocent bunny right now, but outing somebody... that was too cruel. At least he thought it was outing him, as far as he knew, Dillon was 'straight'.

"Oh." He didn't have anything else to say, trying to ignore Zavier's eyes filled with hope but realising Isaac wasn't going to say anything more, he felt the disappointment run through him.

"Well I guess I'll go before your mom catches me." Zavier sullenly made his way to the ledge.

Isaac watched him, urging himself to say something; this was one of the few times they were actually 'civil', but no words came to his mind, so he let Zavier leave, shutting the window after he had left, wishing he had said something.

A/N: sorry for the change of POVS bahaha, it just made it easier to do the descriptions. 20/08/20

I once again apologise for People who read this before 22nd October... it's the switching tenses, using the wrong surname and repeating the same phrases for me.😌