Chapter Two

Noah.

I groaned shifting against a soft bed as I came out of unconsciousness. I could feel the lights against my eyes, so I turned away from it. But when I turned I felt a sharp pain at the side of my head and hissed loudly before opening my eyes.

I was immediately assaulted by the sight of a messy room. Not really messy with dirt but with books, a lot of it. There was a huge shelf in front of me filled with books. There wasn't even space to put a single page of a book. Beside the shelf was a chair and a reading table, on top of the table was books also. And in front of the shelf a small table, books were also in it. And a small bowl upon close inspection was a fish inside of it, swimming slowly to the top of the bowl as if expecting a meal.

A wardrobe stood to the right of the shelf, it was opened exposing a lot of clothes hanging carelessly from it's rack. And at the bottom of the wardrobe were books.

Ok who brought me to the house of a librarian?

I tried to sit up when pain cut through my head and I hissed, carefully shifting back to rest my head against the headboard. There were books behind me so I removed them and put them on the table beside me.

On the table were pieces of bloody clothing and cotton wool, and a few equipment that a doctor should use, since I was a dumbass I didn't know the name of each instrument.

My eyes widened.

Fuck! That's my blood!

I realized, reaching to touch my head and reeked my hand back when I felt a bandage over wound. And it started coming back to me what happened last night.

After school yesterday, I had gone home, changed and hurriedly left the house to race but not before grabbing a bottle of whiskey. I remembered getting to the racing ground and driving before that stupid Ryder came out of nowhere running into me and sending me to the cold hard floor.

He could never win fairly, always taking the coward way out.

Then I left there bleeding, there was no nurse to treat our sounds cos I was a racer illegally. So I started going home and then a girl!.

"Fuck, I need to get out of here!" I muttered, getting to my feet before falling back to the bed, clutching my head in pain. "Fuck!"

"It's better not to stand up so quickly, you could pass out". I heard a voice, it was the same voice as yesterday, the girl who had helped me. My whole memory was a blur, so I sighed before turning to the sound of voice.

My breath left me at the sight of her, she was a short brunette, slender but had curves in the right places. She was wearing a Demon Slayer PJs. Her hazel eyes were the most beautiful I had ever seen, but there was fear in them as she hid behind a door. I could see a frying pan in her hand as it glistened under the passage light.

"And who the fuck are you? And why am I here?"

I said angrily when I realized I had been checking her out. I didn't have time for all that. I struggled to gain my balance sitting on the bed once more before pinning her with a glare.

I noticed a bandage around my arm too, no wonder it hurts like a bitch.

"Don't you remember?" She asked me, walking into the room now but watching me suspiciously as if expecting me to jump her.

"I saw you bleeding across the road and helped you. I brought you to my apartment to help stitch your wounds because it was really bad and I was scared you were going to die on me". She smiled a little, moving closer to me.

I remembered everything and I scoffed.

"Thanks, but I have to get going now". Who knows she might call the police on me. And the last thing I need is some idiots gunning after me. Again!

I stood up carefully this time so I wouldn't feel much pain but she immediately came at me pushing me slightly back to the bed so I bounced a little.

"What? No! I still have to look after you, in case the stitches open up, and I have to change the bandages so your injuries won't get infected. I'm also supposed to clean the injuries now"

What?

"Look" I started, pinning her with a glare. "Thanks for last night, I really need to get going. If my head wants to split into two it's none of your goddam" I said getting up again.

But as soon as my feet touched the ground, I fell backwards once again. This time she held me.

"Fuck! Can you get off my case please!" I shouted angrily, I hated that she was coming so close and invading my personal space, but most importantly I was angry at myself for feeling so vulnerable.

It felt like a thousand people were beating drums in my head. I shut my eyes in pain and relaxed a little.

"Sorry" She whispered. I glared at her.

"What did you do to me?"

"Me?" She asked, placing her hands in her chest.

"Yes, my head feels worse than before. It feels like they are trying to stick together, and I can't even raise my arm properly. You should have left me the way I was. I don't remember asking you for any help!"

"Oh my God!" She scoffed, looking at me in disbelief. "So this is what I get for thinking of skipping chemistry class today! I helped you asshat. I could have easily handed your ass to the police, Noah Bricks!"

Wait, what?

How the hell did she know my name?

"What did you just call me?" I asked shocked, getting up again and ignoring the pain at the back of my skull, flinching a little then glaring at her.

"U.uhm...Noah?" She stuttered, getting up slowly from the bed while avoiding my eyes "I'm sorry, I might have taken your library card from your front pocket just to know who you were, I know you're a racer and a member of the bad gangs around here, I'm really sorry. Please don't kill me!" She said all at once.

What??

Kill her?

Me? Part of the bad gangs?

There are really bad rumors about me around here.

"Ok, weirdo, first of all I'm not part of any gangs around here, and second of all I have to leave like right now!" I glanced around looking for my ID card.

"No! Wait". She tried pushing me back to the bed, grabbing my arm. I tried to avoid her when my leg stumbled upon the table reeling me backwards and crashing on the bed with her on top of me.

In that short moment, her lips had locked with mine, her eyes staring into mine. Her lips were soft against mine, and her eyes were a beautiful shade of hazel upon closer inspection. They widened when she came to her senses. Sharply standing up as if she had touched fire.

"Oh God! I'm really sorry! Oh my God!" She got up freaking out, and wiping her lips frantically."I didn't know, I'm so sorry, oh Gosh! This is so embarrassing". She buried her face into her palm avoiding my gaze, but I could see the faint red coloring of her cheeks.

"It wasn't so bad. Your lips are really soft. And you have beautiful eyes". I smirked sitting up to admire the way she blushed. She was really pretty though.

Shut up Noah! Get out of here now before she calls the police!

Yeah, thanks mind for ruining the moment.

"Thanks for the care". She removed her hands from her face to stare at me. "But I'll be going now to avoid trouble". I walked carefully towards the door holding unto the wall a few times to avoid falling again.

"Make sure to visit the clinic to redress the wound" She called out, following me to the door.

I looked down at her, she was really short, barely reaching my shoulder. "Oh! And thanks for the kiss anyway"

I smiled when she blushed, her cheeks turning red again before slamming the door at my face.

Damn! she was cute when she blushed. Especially when I'm the cause of it.

I smirked, waking down the hallway and into a lobby before stopping myself.

What the hell?

Get a grip on yourself Noah. You're never going to see her again!

I wiped my face, avoiding the injured side and walked away from the building not looking back.

It was dark outside. I glanced at my watch and it read 3am. I might as well go home and catch some sleep. I honestly didn't want to attend school again today. Not that I even planned to, I hadn't done my homework from the day before.

Fuck my already miserable life.

My head pounded seriously, it felt like there was a parade going on there. I picked up my pace, making turns while keeping my head low, the last thing I wanted was someone recognising me. After a few minutes of walking I made it to my apartment, stopped to reach for my keys.

"Hey Noah". I turned to see Mr Tony, the next door neighbor came out of his room frowning at me. As usual he was grumpy at night listening to jazz music and drinking.

"Hey". I forced a little smile so he wouldn't ask about the gash on my head.

"You got mail". He handed me a small envelope with my name on it and address then my school name.

Opening the door, I went inside and sat on the bed. Then tore the cover to read it's contents.

What had I done again?

If it was about the broken windows, it wasn't me!

"Mr and Mrs Bricks. This is to inform you that because of your son Noah Bricks bad attitude, inability to focus, skipping classes, poor grades, failure to do homework, coming late to school, and pranking teachers. He would be transferred to a more DISCIPLINED school"

What the hell? Was that even a thing?

I continued reading.

"West High School would be happy to accommodate your son, and discipline him very well. I promise you, you'll see good changes in him after his last year there.

His transfer papers have been taken care of so do not worry about coming over, or bringing him along. He is to resume there tomorrow.

Yours sincerely, the principal. East High school."

I was being transferred? I was fucking transferred to West High School. The school of nerds and weirdos.

Ugh! This was bad. The last thing I seriously needed to be worrying about was being the new kid in a school. All eyes, attention would be on me. Not that I was shy or anything but there was bound to be some poking around my life and finding out things I didn't want to be found out!

My life was screwed.

I was injured, not only was my head trying to divide into two. Now I was transferred to another school.

I laid carefully on my bed feeling drowsy. "I might as well not do the homework from yesterday".

I closed my eyes, but the memory of the kiss I shared with the hazel eyes girl played in my mind.

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