Perfectly Imperfect

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The song for this chapter is HUMAN by Christina Perris

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  ~Adam~

"Who wouldn't want a tap of that ass and bo..."

He could not finish the sentence and the next thing I knew was that he was flying across the room with so much force that he bounced against the opposite lockers before falling limply to the ground.

I did not just do that.

I moved back, my fist still clenched and I looked at the boy cradling his face, his nose that was definitely now broken. He looked at me, eyes contorted into mad fury before spitting out blood and twisting his mouth sideways, to check, I was sure if there were other damages done.

"Oh God!" I heard a guttural voice from beside me and I turned back to see Alex cradling his clenched fist and blowing air on it. "Movies sugarcoat punching people. Geez, I swear I can't feel my hand again."

I closed my eyes, tried to regulate my breathings that was already getting ragged.

Take a deep breath. Take a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes again, Rahmon was already on his feet and he stalked towards Alex predatory, a sick grin on his face. The former just stood his ground, his fist still clenched as if he was patiently waiting for the perfect opportunity to throw another punch.

I ignored the both of them.

When I turned back to leave the room, Rahmon was already gone and Alex was leaning against the locker beside me, some sort of teasing smile on his face.

"Don't I at least get a thank you?"

"For?" My dead look met his cheerful one but that did not even deter him from smiling. A smile that looked silly to me.

"At least, you should follow me to the clinic so I'll get this treated." He held up his hand, turned the back of his palm to me so I'll see his cracked knuckles.

"Suit yourself." I managed to reply before I started to walk off but this idiot just jumped at me from the back, held me tightly around the neck and wouldn't let go till we got to the clinic.

I ended up tending to his supposed wounds while he just sprawled on the bed, his left hand crossed over his lower abdomen and his eyes remained fixed on me while I dabbed at his small, barely noticeable cuts. And the school nurse? Well, she was sitting down on her designated chair, watching a yoruba film that was tuned to the highest volume, crackling groundnut loudly and absolutely oblivious to our presence.

"There, I'm done. Are you okay now?" I asked as I looked up only to move back at the intensity his brown eyes eyes carried. He was looking at me intently, curiously, as if trying to figure out something unfathomable about me. My right brows automatically arched up questioningly and I was about to stand up, ready to leave him to continue his weird stare down when he spoke: