The whole time at school, I had my head down like always, but this time I had to. I didn't want anyone to see my bruised-up face. I didn't want anyone to make fun of me, or worst sympathize with me. That was always contagious.
When I was young I thought Hardin sympathized with me, I thought he understood my dilemma, but how naive of me. He just lusted after me. I pray that I never get to see his face.
"Dossam! Hey!" I heard my name being yelled and so reluctantly I looked up a big mistake.
It was Ryan. And his eyes instantly furrowed as he scrutinized my face.
"What the f**k Dossam! You need to clean that up!" He pointed at the side of my cheek that was bruised up pretty bad and it even pained to move my jaw.
"I-I am okay. Thanks." I hesitantly smiled a little before turning to h
