I stood there watching Sean.

Should I help him? Or should I not.....

But too late, the teacher came out and stopped everyone.

All she did was stop the students, no scolding ? No punishment?

I stared at the Sean for a long time, he have bruises everywhere, purple and green spots covered his body.

"Sean, go to the infirmary." Ms.Relta said, without looking at him.

"Yes miss...." Sean said before turning his back on the class and walking away.

The class sniggered and laughed about how much hits he or she have done to poor Sean.

I shaked my head and left class, not noticing Sean staring at me.

***********

" It's ok miss, you're welcome. " I said to the old lady I helped.

She thanked me once again before leaving.

I checked my watch and walked to the ice cream shop in front of me, just a treat for my heroic action T v T

"Hello, welcome to Coldstone." The lady greeted me as I walk into the stop.

"Hi, can I get two scoops of vanilla? With extra caramel please, yeah and some of those " I said, pointing at the strawberry jam.

"That will be ...$12 " The cashier said as the she handed me a paper cup with 2 scoops of ice cream with caramel and strawberry jam on top.

I pulled out my wallet and handed her $15

"It's fine, keep the change. " I said, taking a spoon for my ice cream.

I slowly ate it on the pathway.

I took a piece of paper out of my backpack, homework.

Sitting down on a bench I took out my pencil case.

Homework time I guess...

I swallowed the ice cream and made sure nothing was left in the cup, including the jam.

"North East 37 degrees.... South west 29 degrees... A bit more on the left....and ..." I muttered as I scribble down my answer.

I bought bubble tea after that and broke my new record of finishing my drink within 2 minutes.

There was no trashcan around here so I headed towards an alley, flipped open the top of the garbage can and threw the empty cup away.

I was about to head back when someone screamed..."STOP! "

I stopped in my tracks, and looked back.

"Argh! "

I ran deeper into the alley, there was a loud thud when someone laughed

"Stop whining, no one's here to save you." he laughed.

A girl sniggered and started taking pictures and videos of the boy on the ground.

"Should I send this to the school's chat? " The girl said.

Wow, those people really picked the right spot for bullying.

"Yeah, duh, of course, who wouldn't want to see this ? " A boy said.

I peeked from the corner and saw a familiar looking girl in dark brown hair.

Hey... Isn't that the girl I saw in the first day of school ?

And that bully boy.... Nope, don't know him.

The boy on the ground had dark blue hair, wait....

He groaned and shifted a little, his face tilted towards me, but didn't see me.

Sean ?

"T..Trisha s..stop it..." Sean cried out.

Trisha...so that's her name...

"Me? Stop? Ha! you're kidding. Wait till I post this on the school's chat, it'll be viral in seconds! " She laughed, not taking her eyes off her phone.

The boy crossed his arms and kicked Sean in the stomach, multiple times.

He coughed, blood dripping from his mouth.

Trisha kept recording the video.

I tried as hard as possible to not make any sound.

The boy kicked Sean in the face and grabbed his shirt, lifting him in mid air.

Sean didn't move, his eyes showing no other expression but pain.

"Remember this cripple." The boy said, he threw Sean across the alley and he crashed into the wall, his head facing the ground.

I ran towards the boy and pushed him to the ground, I took Trisha's phone and threw it on the ground, smashing it in pieces.

He struggled to get up, but too slow.

I managed to hit the back of his neck, he fell , looks like he fainted.

Trisha backed away and ran, I smirked.

" You surprisingly can run with those short legs of yours, Trisha darling."

I ran in front of her and grabbed her face, I smashed her head on the garbage can, knocking her out.

Ok...now that I'm done with you two...

I ran towards Sean and made him lie down.

"Hey Sean, can you still talk ? " I asked.

No response, I guess he's out cold.

My house is not far from here...I guess that's an option.

I carried him in bribe style and headed home.

************

I took some wet towel and placed it on Sean's forehead.

Sean is laying on my bed, poor dude, he had 3 broken bones, I wonder what happened before I came...

I dabbed some ointment on his bruise, I washed his shirt, yes, just his shirt T - T

I took care of his skin damage and I bandaged his broken arm and hand.

"He better wake up...and not die on my bed, Sean, you hear that ? you better not." I said, even though I am positive that he can't hear me.

The guest bed wasn't used for more than 3 years, the bedsheet is being washed in the washing machine, dust must have piled up there, how long has it been since someone used that room? Five years? Oh wait, no one have used it before, surprise surprise.

I have to vacuum the place later.

I pushed a chair to the side of the bed and sat there, I waited a few minutes before grabbing a book to read.

I slept with my head on the bed for half an hour before waking up.

3 hours later....

"Millie?"

My head shot up from the bed and stared at Sean.

"Ooo...You're finally awake, good thing you didn't die on my bed." I said as I yawned.

Sean pushed the blanket away and found his arm and hand bandaged.

Not only that, he found himself....shirtless.

"WHERE THE FUDGE IS MY SHIRT?! " He yelled, pulling the blanket closer to him, covering his whole body except his head.

"Chill Sean, they're on the be----"

"DID YOU DO ANYTHING TO ME?! " He yelled, his face turning redder every second.

I facepalmed, " NO! RELAX SEAN! "

Sean sucking in air and hid under my blanket.

Uhhh... What ?

"Give me a second." Said Sean, the big hump on my bed didn't move.

Seconds later, he poked his head out of the blanket, "Where's my shirt ?"

I stood up, grabbed the clean shirt and tossed it to him , " Here."

He was about to reach out and take the shirt when he screamed.

"OW!!!!"

He was dumb enough to bend his broken arm to grab the shirt... Wait, oh right, correction, both his hands are broken.

"Sean." I said.

He was still whining about his hand.

"SEAN !!!" I yelled.

"Y..yeah ?" He said.

I bended down to pick up the shirt, " How are you gonna wear this if both of your arms are broken?"

Sean silenced, I silenced, awkward silence...

Sean exploded in red, he once again covered his head in the blanket.

I sighed and pulled the blanket off of Sean.

Sean screamed like a girl and pulled the blanket back.

I stopped my urge to roll my eyes, but I couldn't stop laughing.

"Sean , just relax! You're just a boy! There's nothing to see on your upper body." I laughed.

Sean shaked his head under the blanket.

"Then how did you wear clothes in the past when you broke your bone ?" I asked.

Sean silenced for some seconds.

"I don't wear clothes.... I tell the teacher that I'm sick and stay in bed the whole day." He responded.

I chuckled , "Not even the pants?"

Sean flinched inside the blanket , " YES! YES I WEAR PANTS! "he yelled.

"Oh my god stop being a baby!" I said as I pulled the blanket away again.

He took my pillow and covered himself with it.

I threw the blanket on the floor and jumped on the bed, I tried to pulled the pillow away but Sean wouldn't let go.

"Just. Let. Me. Dress. YOU! " I said, using all my might to pull the pillow away from him.

"NEVER!!!!" he cried out.

And RIPPP!! My pillow's a goner.

Feathers were everywhere, Sean accidentally sucked in one and he chocked.

"NO DON'T DIE HERE! " I screamed.

I slapped his back hard, "SPIT! IT ! OUT! "

Sean kept chocked until I used my elbow and upper cut him.

He coughed and the some feathers shot out of his mouth.

"Hey! I did it! " I said, feeling relieved that he didn't die on my bed.

"Sean? Sean? Wake up! SEAN!!!!"

And...he's out cold again.