While all the students were busy looking at the interaction between Drake and the principal. I quickly slipped out of the crowd and knelt beside the boy on the floor.

He was hurt badly and I knew he was in a lot of pain.

His glasses were lying cracked and broken some distance from him and when I offered him my hand, he took it without hesitation and we were out of the gym.

I took him into the music room as I knew that would be empty after school.

He took a seat on a piano stool and I rummaged through a cupboard in the classroom to pull out the first aid kit our music teacher kept despite us having a nurse’s office.

I sat in front of him on another stool and just looked at him for a few seconds.

He was bleeding through his nose, his lip was busted, and he had a black eye. There were several cuts in his cheek and forehead. His eyebrow was slit open. I had not even looked at his body. God knows how much Drake had hurt him.

I stuffed two small balls of cotton in his nose to stop it from bleeding and then collected some disinfectant on a clean cotton ball and took his hand in mine.

His knuckles and wrists also had cuts, I started disinfecting his wounds but he did not even hiss when the disinfectant stung his hurt skin.

I moved from one hand to another.

I wiped the dried blood off his chin and dabbed the corner of his split lip with the cotton ball. This time he hissed and for the first time I looked into his eyes since I had started treating him.

He was staring at me with a gaze I could not decipher. I concentrated back on treating him while his eyes followed my every move.

Even now, when he was so badly hurt, he looked handsome to me.

I finally, applied ointment and placed Band-Aids on all his cuts. My fingers itched to go through his silky dark hair or to caress his other cheek which was not so much hurt. But I somehow controlled myself.

We were no one to each other, we did not know one another, so why was I so drawn to him? Then why did I get my friend rusticated for him and why was I treating his wounds personally when I could have easily let the nurse take care of him?

We just started into each other eyes for a few seconds and just looking at his condition brought tears to my eyes.

But as soon as one tear rolled down my cheek, he wiped it with his thumb.

This was the first time he was touching me on his own and I don’t know what took over me at that moment. I just wanted to be as close to him as possible.

I touched his cheek, caressing his soft skin with my fingers, and bent forward, landing my lips on his.

He did not kiss me back and neither did I deepen the kiss.

But the moment our lips met; a shiver ran down my spine. I had never felt like that with anyone before. I quickly broke the kiss and he was still staring at me. More confusion is evident on his face.

I was confused too and before any of us could do anything further I grabbed my bag, placed the first aid kit in its place, and left the music room. Leaving him alone in there...

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