Confusing Love Part Two
By Black Sheep
(James pov.)
My nose is still pouring blood and my head is beginning to hurt because of it. Across from me in this white-washed hallway sits Atlas. His head in his hands.
"Hey," I begin. He looks up at me; his green eyes are red rimmed, his dark black hair standing up from him running his fingers through it so many times. "I am sorry." He laughs but it isn't a happy sound. It is to high pitched and eerie. "I should be saying 'sorry' I am the one who punched you." I smile, pressing my nose closed harder trying to stop the flow of blood.
"I deserved it," Atlas nods in agreement. He stands up and I cannot help but flinch away from him. He stops, looks at me causiously, and pinches the bridge of my nose between two of his fingers. "It clots the blood," I nod and he smiles.
"Boys, come into my office. We need to have a serious discussion." The principal says hands on her hips.
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