I! The Foster Girl Did It! (Underconstruction)

Chapter 7

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"I'm gonna get my way like I always do..."

Those words Bandit whispered in my ear played through my head repeating itself. What did he mean by that and seeing me in a couple classes? I rambled back and forth squishing and morfying my cheeks by the bookshelf. Daniel sat at the table by me revising his paper.

My stomach felt sick, it felt like it swirled into a black hole. If it really did, then I wished my aniexty got sucked into it. What if I run into him again? Is he going to start bullying me to tell him? Okay wait, that'd be pretty stupid if he bullied me just to find out he used to bully me. Is he going to force my words out of me? Oh no! What if...I paused cupping my mouth...he gets physical?

My questions drifted into a scenario of him walking up to me smirking. "I won't stop bothering you until you tell me." He slides his arm around me, holding me tightly. My heart skipped a beat as I collided into him. 'Personal Space!' And if that still wasn't enough to squeeze my words out, he ease down to my neck, kis-

"No!!!!!!!!!!!" I strike the bookshelf still pondering over my thoughts, catching Daniel off guard.

"Are you trying to knock it over Sophie?!?!?" Daniel stared at me in a fierce way when I snapped back into reality. The bookshelf tilted back, I froze taking a sharp breath hoping it wouldn't fall backwards, but eased forward balancing back. I sighed in relief, Thank goodness. Then pain raised up my middle knuckle and fingers, hurting my hand.

"Ow..." I began covering my fist, how embarrassing to cause a scene on the first day of school. But I really shouldn't be crying over this light pain. This is nothing compared to what Lilith did to me, I regret calling that abusive drunk mom.

Daniel glanced up at me with a sigh, he set his speech aside on the table getting up. He eyed my fist then yanked my wrist toward him. "Let me see."

"Hey careful." I implored. The way he jerked my arm made me nervous. He gave me a hard glare making me shut up and tugged my hand gently toward him. He observed my hand and released it going back his paper still standing beside me.

"Your fine." What? He's like a child having short attention span losing interest in his new toy. Whatever. He glanced down at me as I gave my fist a sad look.

"What? Does it hurt that bad?" He questioned bending an eyebrow. It actually burned, I somehow managed to hurt myself punching it. Way to go Sophie, comfort that fist after punching a bookshelf. The pain eased, but not enough to ignore it. I'd be embarrased if he knew how weak I was so I tried playing it off.

"No. I think I'm fine now." I stared between Daniel's eyes avoiding eye contact biting my bottom lip. He studied me and peered down looking at my hands.

"Then why are you still holding your fist?"He pointed out, I look down at my hands. My lips became thin. Gotta think fast. I released my hand showing my tormented hand to him proving him wrong.

"See?" I continued still staring between his eyes. "I'm fine so quit worryin-" Daniel squeezed my dying hand. Even though he didn't put a lot of pressure doing it, it hurt like wrapping floss around my fingers. My eyes grew wide like the size of watermelons dying inside.

"Ow let go!" I whinned, trying peel his hand off of mine.

"I won't let go until you admit it still hurts."