A GASP LEFT HILARIE’S lips once she walked out of Environmental Science. Eric stood in front of her with a bleeding lip and bruises all over his arms. “What happened?” she asked.
“Played tennis with your ex,” Eric said.
“Timothy did this to you?” It wasn’t enough to harass her―Timothy had to get Eric involved too? Her fingers balled up into a fist. “That asshole!”
He took her hand. “Come on, let’s go upstairs to my room.”
“Shouldn’t we go to the nurse first?”
“There should be a first aid kit in my room.”
“But―” Yelping, she quickly found herself being carried bridal-style. “Um, are you sure you should be carrying me in your state?” Her eyes widened as he went up the stairs.
“I’m fine.”
You don’t look fine, she thought as they strode into the “Janitor’s Closet.” Once he set her down
