I awoke groggily to a loud tapping at my window. I groaned and rolled over to see Matthew, hands and face pressed up against the glass. I would have to clean that later. I made a mental note.
I pushed my comforter off my body and stumbled to the window.
"Let me in. It's cold out here!" Matthew said in a muffled voice.
I threw up the window and Matthew came tumbling in. I took one look at his face and sighed. "I'll go get the first-aid kit."
This had become routine. Matthew came to my window almost every night with a new bruise or cut added to the collection.
I bounded down the stairs and grabbed the first-aid kit.
When I walked back into my room Matthew already had the mattress out and was sitting on it.
I sat down, cross-legged, in front of him.
He had a busted lip, swollen nose, and cut eyebrow.
"Did your dad do this?" I asked as I rummaged through the first-aid kit for butterfly sutures.
"No, I got into a fight." he answered nonchalantly.
I closed the cut on his eyebrow, cleaned his lip, and taped his nose. "Now, go to sleep." I told him firmly as I put everything back in the kit and shoved it under my bed.
I turned out my light and snuggled back under my covers.
"Shaina?" Matthew whispered.
I rolled over to face him. "Yes, Matthew?"
"I'm sorry. About what happened that day at school."
I was surprised he remembered. It had been a couple weeks since Alice had threatened me at lunch. "It's okay. You couldn't have known it would happen."
"Has she done anything? Alice, I mean."
I bit my lip, pondering if I was going to tell him about the rumors. I decided not to tell him. He hadn't heard them yet. "No." I said quietly. "She hasn't. It was an empty threat."
"Tell me if she does anything, okay?"
"Sure, Matthew." I answered even though I knew I wasn't planning on telling him anything.
Okay so I know the past chapters have been short but this next chapter is super long and I hope you guys really enjoy it! It does have a cliff hanger because it got pretty long so the second half of the chapter should be posted pretty soon!
Avery
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The Boy at My Window
Teen FictionA pair of sky blue eyes looked back at me. Matthew. He tapped again. I got up and pulled open my window. "What are you doing here?" I asked timidly. Even though Matthew and I were neighbors, we certainly weren't friends. "I need somewhere to stay...