Chapter 8 - Answers

In the infirmary, I sat down, putting ointment on Eric's cheek and knuckles. "You don't have to do that." I then flicked him on the forehead. "Ouch, I'm the patient here!" I frowned. "You idiot! Why did you punch that guy?" He said something. He just sat there.

A part of me wanted to believe that he did it for me but... I'm just a toy to him. Finally, I finished patching up his bruise, putting a patch onto it. "And there! All fixed up!" I smiled at him so brightly, making him blush a little. "You still don't want to tell me why?"

I sighed as he still didn't want to answer. I got up and looked down at him. "Getting into trouble isn't good for you, no matter how rich you are! People worry about you, you know!" He snorted. "Like who?"

"I worry about you, Eric." Crap, I said that without thinking! I blushed and turned around. "Anyway, you should go to the head master's office and wait. I'm going back to class." I left the infirmary, allowing him to sulk on his own.

"Someone cares about me this world... that doesn't feel bad at all." After arriving outside of the head master's office, he then turned as he saw a man in a suit. "Master Eric." He didn't even try to lecture him.

He rolled his eyes. "Let me guess, Father is too busy to come so he sent you instead." The man didn't even need to answer the question. Eric knew his own importance in the eyes of his father. And that was it.

After bribing the head master, again, Eric walked out of the room with a simple slap of the wrists. As his father's assistant turned and left, he stopped and turned around. "Whoever fixed you up? Keep them close."

That was the best advice he had ever received. He touched his bandage and smiled. "Yeah... I will." The final bell rang, marking the end of the school day. He sighed, leaning against the wall. "Why... why are you the only one to give me such warmth?"

As I arrived home, I then saw Eric in front of my door. He seemed a little upset. I walked towards him and smiled, extending him a hand. Taking it, he then pulled me into his arms, kissing me once again. Another kiss?

As soon as he pulled away, he then handed me a bag. "Don't go refusing this. I can't get a refund anyway." I took the bag and opened it up. These are...

"Beautiful notebooks and pens? How did you-" "Your room was full of them." Right, he was in my bedroom. These highlighters will be great in my tutoring sessions. And these notebooks will help be keep track of my students progress. Was Eric doing this out of guilt, out of anger or... because of something else? I didn't understand him, his personality changes as fast as his tongue reaches mine when we kiss.

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