Nicole point of view! The day passed on normally. Well, normally as in no Cayden. I'd fitted less worried about him. He's a big boy, he can defend and take care of himself. I was sitting in sixth period, doodling random things in my notebook when the door flew open. I looked and couldn't believe what I saw. Cayden, his arm was bleeding, he looked awfully pale, and his shirt was ripped. I wanted to cry. He rushed towards me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around his neck. "Babe, your arms bleeding. Where were you? Are you-" my sentence was cut short my Cayden's soft lips against mine. He pulled away and put a finger on my lips. "Sshhh, it's okay baby. I'm okay. Don't worry about anything." his voice cracked at the end. Was he crying? No. Cade? Cade doesn't cry. "Mr. Adams, I think you should go to the infirmary." Mrs. Callahan looked over at Cayden, the gestured towards the door. "Yes ma'am." he replied then looked at me and left the room. The rest of sixth period was weird. The girls kept staring at me like I was a freak show and the boys were looking at me like I was something to eat. Ugh. Pigs. The bell rang and I saw Cayden sitting outside the door. He smiled at me when he saw me and stood up. "I'm sorry." was all he said, I could tell he was crying. He held me for a little bit longer then wiped his eyes, took my hand, and gave me a reassuring smile then began walking with me to seventh. I decided I would wait and interrogate him later. He was probably already receiving a million questions just by walking to the infirmary. Poor kid.
Cayden's point of view <3 Ouch. Fuck. What the hell is this nurse doing to me?!? Gahh, it looks like she's putting sterilizer and gauze on my arm, but it feels like she's stabbing me with a damn fork! "All better now, darlin'" She looked up and smiled at me as she was filling out my slip to go back to class. "Thank you." I smiled then walked back to my sixth period. I didn't feel like going in so I plopped outside the doorway. 15 kids must have walked my and interrogated me about my wrapped arm. Why do people have to care so much? It's not their arm! I kept thinking about Nicole. When the bell rang students immediately flooded the hallways. I stood up when I saw Nicole and smiled at her. I held her tight in my arms, I didn't want to let go. I felt the tears welling up in my eyes. "I'm sorry." was all I managed to say before a few salty drops rolled down my cheek. I eventually let her go. I took her hand and laced our fingers together and led her down the hall to our seventh. We were watching a classical romance movie, Romeo and Juliet. I was really interested in it for some reason. She kept glancing between me and the projection screen. I held her hand and rubbed my thumb across the top of it. She liked this. She looked at me and blushed. I smiled and continued watching the movie. All throughout the film I was thinking about Nicole. Even though she was right beside me, and we were in modern times, I don't know how I would be able to handle such 'Forbidden Love'. I wouldn't be able to cope. The movie was over and Mr. Treviño was done speaking to us about relationships and the purpose of Romeo and Juliet, I decided to write Nicole a letter. I let go of her hand and told her not to look, I have her my phone and some headphones to distract her. What's the first name of the guy from the fresh prince of bell air? ______ What letter comes after T? ____ What's the opposite of stop? _____ If you're not off, you're? ______ What's the first letter in the alphabet? ____ What does a calendar have a lot of? ______ To find the area of a rectangle, you multiply height x _______? Do Re ___ Fa So La Ti Do! Yes No Cheesy, but I think she'll enjoy it ————————————————— I'll gift the first person who figures out what it says! It's supper easy guys! Sorry, this updates long... /: