True P.O.V

I hadn't been bothered by my family over the weekend, and nothing remotely bad happened so I had, compared to other weekends, a good weekend. Though other kids come to school on Monday, talking about how they're family went to Hollywood for the weekend and I'm standing there, eavesdropping wondering who the fuck wants to know this guy went to Hollywood, when he goes at least once a month, the news is old, but his friends were all on top of it, asking him what he did, if he met someone famous.

I don't have anyone to tell even If I did go to a place like Hollywood, well except Kyle, and I have been to Hollywood before, dad had been forced to bring me since I was only 10 and I had been forced to stay in a hotel room while my family was free to venture about Hollywood.

I walked through the halls, bumping past my peers and them pushing me back, with looks of disgust on there faces obviously upset they had touched me, even if it was to push me away from them.

I walked into the nurse's office since it was lunchtime. Me and her eat together sometimes when Kyle was sitting with Luke. There's nothing wrong with Luke, just the people he hangs out with are full out rude and mean to me, though they kept their mouths shut about Kyle, I would too if I was afraid of Luke, which I'm not, I'm not a pussy like his friends are.

I'm not afraid to pick on my friend simply because he's dating a strong, mafia prince.

I don't think Luke has figured out that I'm Kyle's best friend, he forgets my name half of the time, and the times he does remember he's shooing me away.

I rather leave them alone, since Luke obviously wanted me to leave them alone, and half the time while I'm with them Kyle seems to forget I'm even there since he's too caught up in Luke to look over to me. I know you could call this giving up, and I am, I rather not be involved at all than sit there and be ignored and vocally hated by the people who hang around Luke.

I walk into the nurses office, though the sign on the door said she was gone, I knew she was in there, she always had lunch here, in case an emergency popped up during her lunch, she rather be here than have a student get harmed and have no help while she's out eating at some fast-food joint.

The nurse's office is like a mini doctors office, but instead of feeling like your in a hospital or doctors office about to find out your dying, it feels safe.

There is a couch on the wall, where students wait to see the wonderful nurse named Nevera, but everyone else calls her Nurse Bloom. She had a mini tv, a flat screen one always playing a reality tv show and occasionally Impractical Jokers which come son TRU tv, channel 246 on her tv.

She had plants in the corners and hanging from the ceiling, some of which I've helped plant with her. She had a metal desk in the corner with a couple pictures of her family, her boyfriend, and her cousin, who goes to school here and is living with her since her oldest sister and brother-in-law died in a fire.

Nevera is actually pretty young being only 24, she's still fresh from college and already taking care of a 14-year-old girl named, Nicole, who is still getting over her parent's death, since it happened 4 months ago.

Aside from the normal medical supplies that were stridden against the wall, it was a nice space. She had a small room attached with two beds from sick students to lay on if there sick and waiting for there parents to pick them up or simply because she told them to lay their asses down on the bed. Mainly dumb jocks who thought a bang on the head was nothing, their dumb asses.

So when I walked in I saw Nevera, sipping a Coke snacking on potato chips while watching Impractically Jokers laughing her tiny body off.

"If it's not an emergency come back la-" She started before looking up and seeing it was me, her favorite student, aside from her niece.

"True, come join me, Sal is about to be punished!" She said cheerfully, patting the seat on the couch next to her. I walk over, making sure the door was closed behind me. I sit on the couch next to her, leaning back against its soft texture.

Nevera also knew a small amount of abuse, she helped treat some of the wounds I didn't think Karin needed to worry about like a couple bruises that simply need some aloe, why would I go to Karin about that? I mean a bruise isn't going to kill me unless it's near a rib which can puncture an internal organ. I prefer my ribs to not stab into my lungs anytime soon, thank you.

I started watching Sal's punishment, which was quite funny, to be honest, who knew a grown man of Sal's age could scream and cry that much.

I was also quietly watching the wall clock making sure I didn't miss the bell since it never rang in the nurse's office to avoid blaring noises at students in case they have a concussion.

I've been in here for a slight concussion before, thanks to, shutter, Union.

Right before I was just about to leave, Nevera turned to me, pulling gloves on.

"Come on, I can see you wincing ever so slightly, let's see what happened to you this time." I obeyed moving over to the examination table and sitting on I like my last doctor appointment, like ten years ago.

She lifted a light to my eyes, and made me open my mouth to check my throat, which is something she did every time, she's kind of overprotective and like a mother in my option, like a normal mother, not mine.

Thank god she's not like my mother.

"Take your shirt off please." She said after a minute of silence, probably mentally preparing herself to see what was under my shirt.

I lifted the shirt off of my body, and it instantly got colder than before when I had it on, damn this woman needs to turn up the heat.

I looked at her to see her gaze was mainly on the healing scab on my lower left side of my stomach from the glass v.s. True's skin plus two gang member with a dab of me being caught off guard.

She didn't even question me, knowing I probably wouldn't tell her, and I wasn't going to.

She didn't need to know I was slightly involved with the mafia by blood, not by choice, either way. She got some antibiotic and poured it on a clean cloth and then pressed it against the wound, making me hiss. I know jocks who would have yelled or even cried if this was happening to them. All they cared about was a football scholarship that would lead them nowhere in life.

This is why I wasn't a jock or into a stupid sport, it was simply a waste of time and flat down a health risk.

And I wasn't taking that risk myself, any other person can if they want but I am not pushing my health even further than it is already pushed.

She checked the rest of my stomach and chest, before moving to my back where I was sure a lot of aloe would be needed, and when I felt the clear cool substance touch my back I jerked, or I would have had Nevera's hand not trapped me in place stopping me from jerking away from the cool substance and hands rubbing into my already sore bruises.

I was silently cursing Nevera in the back of my head.

When she finished rubbing aloe on my back and on a couple spots of my chest from my father's belt, she wrapped my chest up tightly in a cast like a thing. She gave me extra wrap, telling me to change it every other day, she also gave me a shower cover for the wrap, saying I shouldn't move it, and I should avoid harm from anyone who would attempt to thrust pain upon me in a physical matter, which meant avoid almost everyone.

I thanked her with a soft hug, which she returned carefully, not wanting to hurt my back.

"Thank you," I whisper in her ear, tightening my grip before releasing her and stepping back and away, waving goodbye to her, after she gives me an excuse note for Mrs. Parson since I should be in Reading, which is where I'm going.

Thank god for me having a good nurse or I would have died by now.

Not that dying is such a bad thing.

I walk into my class, already hearing the loud chatter of my peers, I knew Mrs. Parson had already let them out into groups to do some reading though I knew hardly any of them were going to actually read the books that the school spent a lot of money into to ensure our education.

I walk over to her desk, she looked up seeing me, and I hand her the excuse before heading to my own desk pulling a book out from underneath it and read the board saying to read pages 149-165 which was totally bull-shit since we're not anywhere near this subject.

I sigh before opening the book and begin reading the pages, ignoring the loud noises around me, not caring about the noise and simply read calmly, the world around me suddenly no longer matters to me, it simply wasn't there anymore, it didn't matter. I was just me for a couple seconds, sitting there reading the pages of a book that we were reading ahead of time, I felt at peace.

Oh, how I wish that peace would last.