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мarissa stood on the top step and thought for a second, then shook her head, walking to the doors. As soon as she got through the doors, she headed straight for her locker, her feet walking in rhythm with the song hat was blasting on someone's iPod. She knew the song, but wouldn't dare sing it out loud. It would just give bullies something more to tease her about. Not that it was something to tease people about. Even if you did sing well, it wouldn't stop them from killing you with words. Or fists. Frowning, she opened her locker and shoved her backpack into it, unzipping it quickly and grabbing her binder before slamming the locker shut and locking it.

мarissa set her forehead against her locker and sighed, petting the locker. "I'm sorry locker..." she whispered, standing up and running a hand through her hair, hearing Dylan whisper sorry under his breath over and over again. Shaking her head, she started walking down the hall towards her first class. Math was not much fun in the morning for her. And what was Dylan saying sorry to? Or who?
Without her noticing, her binder was slowly slipping from her grasp. It fell from her arms and she sighed, kneeling down and picking up her papers.

мarissa finished picking up all of her papers and practically flew to Math. She's never been late and it wasn't about to start now. After barely sliding into her seat, she sighed as the late bell rang. Barely made it, she thought, peeking at the clock and slowly counted the seconds until the bell rang at the end of the hour. Her head found its way down to the desk and she winced. I forgot about it, she thought, that gigantic invisible bruise on my forehead. I forgot about it.

мarissa jumped out of her seat and ran out the door and to her locker. She needed to grab something for her next hour. Slowly, very slowly, she processed the boy standing in front of her locker and she sighed, knowing that he would have gotten back at her before the end of the day. Before stopping in front of her locker, she ran her finger softly across the bruise on her head, then walked to her locker. "To what do I owe this pleasure, sir Dylan?" she said sarcastically before opening her locker.

мarissa closed her locker and cocked her head to the side, kneeling down next to him. "I would really love to play a game, but I have English next, so you might want to wait for lunch" she whispered, leaning in close to his ear. "'I'm sorry' is all you can say after all you've done to me?" she shook her head. "Are you okay?"

мarissa dropped her binder and gasped "Oh m God! Someone call an ambulance! Now!" Her face twisted with worry and she pulled his head onto her lap. "Dylan? Dylan, can you hear me?" for once in her life, she was worried. Worried that someone she knew would die. Worried that everything wouldn't be normal. Worried about him. Blood was flowing onto her hands and she could hear a crowd beginning to form around them. Suddenly, she heard sirens outside and she wiped a tear away, relieved, but still as scared as she'd ever been in her life.

мarissa moved his hair away from his forehead as the stretcher came in from the front of the school, moving everyone aside. "Ma'am, I need you to let go of him" Marissa nodded slowly, letting go of his head and wiping away tears. After they had strapped him down to the stretcher, one of the two people stayed to talk to her. "You can ride in the ambulance with your boyfriend if you'd like" Shaking her head, she stood up. "He's not my boyfriend, but I'm riding in the ambulance with him anyway" The man nodded and led her out to the ambulance, where she quickly walked in and looked at Dylan's pale face. "Oh, Dylan" she was on the edge of her seat, keeping his hair out of his face.