Chapter One

Anna.

"I told you to mix the sodium chloride with the hydrochloric acid, but you didn't listen. Now Mrs Williams is going to fry our heads in chemistry class tomorrow. Simple instructions Clary, simple instructions." I shouted at my best friend over the phone, glaring as if she could see me.

"I wanted to but those stupid cheerleaders thought it would be a nice time to put their make up all over my desk. I swear I'll kill them tomorrow". Clary shouted back, her voice quivering a little. "Those dolls''

"Stop blaming people for your mistakes Clair, we just have to be in school early tomorrow and do the project and submit it with the others before Mrs. Williams arrives"

"Yeah yea! Chemistry is so boring I don't know why you like it. If we weren't graduating next year I would have declined being your lab partner, so I can sneak out and check out the guys in swimming class." I rolled my eyes, Clary and guys.

You know how there were always those girls in every teenage movie, that fawned over a guy's body and packs, watching him flip his hair and all that drooling shit. Yeah if this was a teen movie, Clary would be exactly that, with her jaws to the floor and spit all over the place.

Ew!

"Whatever, I'm almost home, I just came back from the clinic, Papa Temi is totally fine, and oh he recognized me today". I smiled, adjusting my bag on my shoulders as I thought of one of the reasons I worked at a clinic.

You'll probably be thinking how a high school student works in a clinic. Well one, I was incredibly smart, like really brilliant. And Two, my aunt owned the clinic; she took good care of some minor injuries from people and took care of some old people.

Papa Temi was the one I adored the most, he was a funny old man who told me about his time in Nigeria, about his people and tribe, it was interesting listening to him talk about a whole new culture entirely, and if I had the chance I'll definitely love to visit Nigeria. But his memory was deteriorating and sometimes he didn't know who I was, so I always told him the things he tells me about Nigeria not making it obvious that he doesn't remember me. He was an amazing man and Clair thought so too.

So I worked at the clinic during my free time, just talking to the old people keeping them company and teaching the chemistry stuff. Best subject ever.

I also assisted my aunt in treating some injuries but not performing surgeries and all that complex stuff. You get my point?

"Oh, that's sad. I wish we went home together but seriously I had stuff to do". Clary mumbled.

Yeah. Checking out the guys from swimming class.

"Yeahhhhhhhh righhtttt" I drawled, walking past a coffee shop. "Go to bed now Clary, it's past nine and we need to wake up early tomorrow, so we can get to school early and finish the project and submit with everyone"

"Ok" I heard Clary yawn. "I'm tired right now, I'll be there before six ok?"

"That's what you'll say and I'm sure you'll probably watch 'The Kissing Booth' before sleeping and you'll wake up late, get to school late, and I'll be working on the project alone and Mrs. Williams would catch me cos I won't be fast enough before sh-"

"Whoa! Whoa, calm down An, jeez. It's not going to happen, I've seen Noah Flynn enough times, and I’m no longer enticed by his body so I'm not watching it again. Trust me". Clary sounded so sure of herself.

As if.

But I knew her better than anyone, what I was saying was what was going to happen. So I had it at the back of my mind to leave before six. Cos Clary was going to come late. I didn't trust my Best friend to keep to time.

"Sure, whatever bye". I drawled rolling my eyes as Clary laughed before hanging up.

Brat.

I placed my phone into my bag and continued my walk down the now lonely street, but there were lights from people's houses, so it wasn't looking all that creepy. And the moon was shining brightly up in the sky. My apartment was just down the road. I used to live there with my aunt but since she was so busy at the clinic, they gave her an apartment just above it so they could reach her quickly.

So now I lived alone, but she usually came visiting during the weekends. She was my home, my mom, dad, sister and friend. She was the only one I had left. My parents had died in a plane crash when I was two, I hardly even remember them, but through pictures I knew I had taken my looks from my mom, she was a short brunette with hazel eyes, while my dad was a tall blonde man with the whole German looks.

I don't know if I missed them because I didn't really know them. I guessed I just wished I had someone to call mom and dad.

Taking a deep breath, I looked up at the sky once more and the little stars that sat there twinkling shyly. Then heard a groan.

I stopped in my tracks, looking around me as my heart accelerated a little. I didn't hear anything again so I strained my hearing to pick up on any sound.

When I didn't hear anything I started to walk.

Prolly the wind.

I heard a groan again, I stopped this time. It was louder than the first, and sounded like  someone was in pain. Then a cough and a hiss. I turned to my right carefully, holding tightly to my bag handle, to see the source of the sound.

A dark figure rested on the wall just beside a store whose headlight was out so I couldn't see the face of the person. It looked like a guy and I shifted backwards a little.

Just walk away An, my mind screamed.

But my helping instincts screamed louder, making me take two steps towards the person.

"Fuckers! They think it's nice running into my car!". The voice said, it was a deep baritone, confirming my thoughts that it was a male.

"He-Hello". I whispered, hoping he would  hear me.

The person's head jerked up and the first thing I saw was blood, a lot of it running down his face. From his temple, dripping beside green eyes, then a small nose and finally resting beside his lips.

Very pink lips by the way.

"Stay..the fu- the fuck away from me!". He said, groaning in pain as he pushed himself away from the wall, before limping away.

"Wait!". I called out, before stifling down my fear to chase after him.

He didn't reply, just continued walking stopping slightly to hold until his head, groaning in pain

"You're bleeding!" I shouted, trying to reason with him, but he ignored me once again. I got closer to him, walking beside him now, noticing his black hair was sticking to the blood running down his face.

"I know that Captain Obvious! Now fuck off!". He shouted, turning his face away from me before taking a right. I followed, almost holding out to him when he stumbled.

He didn't get very far, when he fell to the ground, clutching his head in pain and screaming loudly making me shake a little so I ran over to him.

"Should I call the police?" I asked, hands shaking to bring my phone in my bag. I didn't know what to do, while I could take care of some injuries, I couldn't deal with someone screaming in pain in my face without any supervision from my aunt.

His eyes snapped open. "Fuck! No!". Pulling my phone away from me with his bloody fingers. He turned away as if the pain stung with his movement.

"Ok then, I can help you, stay still" I said, pulling out my little nurse kit from my bag.

"Ugh! Can't you people just mind your fucking business?". He turned again before screaming.

"My house is just a few seconds from here, let me help you please, you're going to have a faint from the bleeding if you don't let me help you. And I'm sure the last thing you want is to pass out in the middle of the dump". I struggled to pick him up, as he hissed in pain, dragging him to his feet. He forced himself up and held unto me before I took my phone from him.

"Ugh! It hurts so much! I can hardly feel my head". He grumbled, holding unto me as we walked down the road to my apartment.

"That's because you're having a mild concussion, hold on to me. You'll be fine after stitching up your injuries. But I need you to walk faster, you're heavy" I held him again as he walked faster groaning once in a while I said sorry.

"I really don't need your help". He muttered angrily, turning his face away.

"Ok, I might as well just drop you here on the roadside, bleeding till you die!". He was really heavy, I thought, getting into the lobby of my apartment.

Thank God I lived downstairs, it would have been a pain carrying someone who weighed almost times two of me.

I dragged him towards my door, looking around for any nosy neighbors before looking back at him. His eyes were falling shut.

"Keep your eyes open guy! You can't pass out now. I need you awake!"

"I'm tired," He mumbled, almost slipping from my hold, he was looking at it, so I hurriedly fished out my keys from my pocket holding his shoulders tightly so he wouldn't fall.

The door unlocked and I kicked it open exposing my untidy apartment. The boy sighed before I brought him inside.

Why was I even helping out a mere stranger? He could be a serial killer for God's sake.

Ugh! I hated being kind sometimes.

I managed to drop him on my bed and he groaned squeezing his eyes in pain. I felt sorry for him. His eyes opening and closing again, as if to fight slipping into unconsciousness.

"It's ok, you can sleep now, when you wake up you'll be fine. I promise"

Fear flashed on his eyes before he closed them finally giving in to the darkness 

I picked up my kits and started to work on his injury. It was a long gash from his temple to his cheek bone. He looked to have been involved in a car accident, because there were pieces of glass shards in the wound. Even his arms were bleeding.

I stitched the wounds on his face and even on his arm, grimacing when he shifted a little, his eyebrows furrowing in pain.

I stopped to admire his face, he was devastatingly handsome, like a prince out of a historical novel, except with a bad boy streak to it. He had dark hair that still had blood in it so I picked a bowl of water and cloth to clean his hair. His green eyes, which were closed, were icy green when it was opened. He has a firm jaw and pink lips that was slightly opened.

After about an hour of cleaning him up, I decided to check the pockets of the stranger.

Maybe I'll find an ID or something before I call the police because I dare not tell my aunt yet that I helped a total stranger in my home without alerting the police.

I checked his breast pocket and saw nothing, then his pants pocket, I felt something hard like a card and brought it out starting to see a library card.

The Community Library.

Name: Noah Bricks

High School Student.

Age: 19

Noah Bricks? Noah Bricks?

Why did that name sound so familiar?

I gasped recognizing where I had heard the name. I had heard of him! He was a racer, always hanging out with the bad guys around here, I'm sure he was part of them. He was all over the news and police were gunning for him.

Oh No! What have I done?

Bringing a bad boy to my home!

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