Chapter 4

Chapter four 

Solene's pov.

“Owwww.” 

I cried as I felt something hard hit the middle of my face.

My glasses broke in the middle and it hit my nose hard.

I only thought I had a broken glass until blood started dripping on the pages of the homework I was working on.

I had found a good spot to sit in while Noah practices, in order to make good my time.

I brought out my books to work on, playing deaf to the screams of the cheer leaders who would do anything to be in Noah's bed.

“Ewwww, freak. You've got blood all over the place.” Becca mocked.

I swiped at my nose, and the back of my hand was covered in blood.

I stood up quickly, the books dropped to the ground.

“Don’t just stand there freak, you're going to make us puke with that horrible sight. Go wash up or something.” Noah jeered from the rink.

My eyes met his in a hateful glare.

“Noah Campbell you freaking idiot!!” I shrieked.

The hockey players burst out laughing, so did the foolish cheer girls.

I stomped off to the nurses office, I just hope she'd still be there.

Luckily she was still there, but ready to leave.

“Ohhhhhhh Solene, what happened to your face?, you need to be careful.” Nurse Mira led me to the bed.

I wanted to pour out my soul to her, let her know it was that bird brain Noah Campbell that did this, and he still called me a freak on it.

My glasses are damaged, and mom would not even bother getting me a new one.

I drew in a long deep breath as nurse Mira started cleaning the wound to stop the flow of blood.

It was pointless complaining to her, in Brooklyn high, Noah Campbell is a god, I don't think any staff would want to go against him for fear of losing their jobs.

Urgh.

This is so frustrating.

“There we go, all good.” Nurse Mira smiled as she placed the plaster over my nose.

“Thank you.” I smiled back at her.

My shirt was already soiled with blood from my nose, but I didn't care.

I'll take care of it when I get home.

As I opened the door if the nurse’s office.

I saw some hockey players walking along the hallway as well.

Great, they're done with practice.

I went outside, hoping to see Noah by his car, but he wasn't there.

I need to get home, I've had quite a day.

I went back to the hockey rink, it was empty, where could that asshole be?.

Somehow, I found my way to the boys locker room, there he was with Becca Flynn.

Shoving her tongue down his throat like her life depends on it.

“Ahem.” I cleared my throat.

“Sorry to break whatever is going on here, but I need to leave right now.”

Becca's hitched skirt came down as she stood up from a bare chested Noah.

“The freak doesn't have manners, I see.

I think you'll be running down to nurse Mira's in a few because of what I'm about to do to you.” Becca spat.

I flinched at her words, Becca was not one to throw threats lightly.

She's on the same train as Noah when it comes to bullying, but hers is a combination of verbal, physical and emotional bullying.

“Here.”

 Noah tossed me his keys before Becca could make good her threat.

“Go wait for me in the car.”

I didn't wait to be told twice, I already bsaw the shock in Becca's face when Noah tossed me his car keys.

Becca always rode with him after school, the entire school knows that.

I am so going to be toast.

Luckily for me, the other hockey players were not in the packing lot as struggled to open the car.

Some minutes after, Noah came out alone.

Becca must be too pissed to want to come out and see me in her regular spot.

Noah started the car after throwing me a haughty look.

“I don't like my car getting dirty.” 

“Dirty?” I scoffed.

“Did you just say dirty?, you did this to me.” I pointed at my plastered nose.

“Good, now we know what you look like without glasses, and it wasn't on purpose either, not that it matters.”

“An apology would be nice.” I grumbled.

“You'd wait a lifetime for that Greasely.” Noah smirked.

Okay, 

I see how he wants to play it.

I don't need his stinking apology after all.

When he pulled up at the house, I didn't wait a second before jumping out and slamming the car door loudly behind me.

Drawing out a shout from Noah.

I don't bloody care, I hate him and I hate that get to ride with him from school.

“What happened to your face.?” Alfred stopped me.

A half wine glass in his hand.

I halted, I didn't know he'd be home by this time, mom only threw me a glance and continued with her phone.

I shouldn't expect less from her, she should have been Noah's mom instead.

If only Noah had apologized, I wouldn't be doing this.

“It's Noah, he hit me with the hockey punk and it broke my glasses.”

I was furious now, and damn the consequences.

Noah can't get away with treating me like trash all the time.

“Noah.” Alfred's face registered surprise.

“Yeah.” Noah answered form behind.

He thought he was being called.

“What did you do to Solene?” Alfred's voice was icy cold.

Noah shrugged his shoulder.

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

“You were supposed to look after her in school, instead, you're the one getting her hurt. She's your sister for goodness sakes.”

“She's not my fucking sister.” Noah yelled at Alfred.

“You're going to believe her over me?” 

Mom quickly stepped into the scene.

“I'm sure he didn't do anything and Solene was just being clumsy.” She eyed me

Trust her not to take my side.

I actually didn't mean for it to escalate.

“The car keys, now.” Alfred demanded with an outstretched hand.

Noah dug his hand in

to his pocket and shoved the key into Alfred's palm.

That was it, he's seizing the keys.

Or so I thought.

“Solene.” Alfred turned to me.

“The car is yours now.”