Facing Away (Broken Streetfighter)

Chapter Twenty Five

AMY'S POV

I watch as Shawn falls deeper for Riley with her flirting.

Riley is twirling her hair while talking to Shawn about who knows what.

Emily comes up to me, a worried look on her face. "Are you okay?" She questions.

It is then that I feel the ache in my backside.

Stupid idiot of a jock.

I wince as she touches my backside softly.

"I'm fine." I wave it off.

She narrows her eyes. "Come with me."

It's not like I have a choice anyways, she's already dragging me down the hall and into the girl's bathroom.

Locking the door behind her and making sure the bathroom is empty, she turns towards me.

"Turn around." She commands.

"Why?" I whine, but still do as she asked.

I shriek as the cold air hits my exposed skin.

"What the fuck?!" I growl at Emily. "What did you do that for?!"

"I needed to see how badly you got bruised."

It's quiet for a moment while Emily examines my back.

"Hmm... I'm not a doctor, but I'm pretty sure your skin shouldn't be this blue."

I roll my eyes. "Do you have that bruising cream thingy?"

She puts my shirt back down as she answers.

"Nope, it's at home. I'll apply it to you later."

"Okay."

We both turn and walk out the door. I freeze at the sight of Alexander and Kylie.

Both of them stare wide eyed at me.

Alexander narrows his eyes while Kylie gives me a knowing look.

"What happened to your back Grocery Girl?" Alex questions.

I stay quiet, not wanting to answer that.

"Answer the question!"

I gulp. "I-I accidentally fell off my bike?" It sounds more like a question.

"Bull shit! Now tell me what happened!"

I look at Kylie and Emily for help. Kylie notices my silent cry for help first.

She nudges Alex in the shoulder. "Didn't you have something to tell Amy?" She hisses.

He sighs. "Do I have to?" He mutters.