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“No. It took some time to get ready and my dad was going to be late. I’ve been told not to drive, so Aurora picked me up. She’s helping me with my things. Nothing happened, my dad can’t really complain since he’s not the one with a broken arm. Plus, you paid the medical fees, so there wasn’t anything he could comment on. Which, by the way, I wouldn’t have let you pay if Lorenzo hadn’t already dealt with everything,” he points out.
He’s okay. Roland didn’t cause any problems, and he’s okay. It’s okay.
“It wasn’t a . . .” I try to tell him it wasn’t a big deal, but then remember he doesn’t know I have the money. That’s why he’s so worried about the payment. “It felt like something I should do. In gratitude, if anything,” I tell him instead. His lips curl upward, softly, and his eyes glimmer in the light as they look toward me. My skin is ablaze, and I sense my features relax some more.
“Elias! I’m sorry, but I have classes I have to get to.” Aurora interrupts, gaining both our attention. I move my head and look at her, while Elias turns his whole body around. He turns back to me, gesturing that he needs to go.
“Do you need any help?” I offer. I owe him it. I owe him a lot. Whatever it is he needs, I’ll do it.
“No, I’m good. Aurora’s offered to help, and we’ve already agreed she’ll do so until winter break. You should go to class anyway, don’t worry about me,” he answers. I nod my head twice. He then turns around and walks back toward Aurora. I, however, stay planted in my spot, cooling my body down. Calming myself down.
He’s okay. He’s getting help, Roland isn’t bothering him, and he’s going to get through it. Except now, because of his injury, he can’t drive. He can’t hold his bag. He struggles with getting ready. He’s in pain. As much as he says it’s fine, he’s still hurting. I wonder how painful a broken bone is. How much it will hurt him. How much it will limit him. Yet he doesn’t hate me.
I wonder if I really deserve that.
Chapter 50 – Trentacinque
Elias
“No, I promised that I was going to help you,” Aurora tells me. “I’ll carry your bag to the car every day until your hand is better, I don’t care. I’ll be fine as long as your dad doesn’t try to have a useless conversation with me.” She stuffs some things into her bag in the middle of the hallway. Most of the students have left already, so she isn’t getting trampled by everyone. I don’t feel like arguing, so I just let her ramble on.
“Whatever you say,” I answer her. She zips her bag up and throws it over her shoulder, grabbing mine with her hand.
“Luckily your bag isn’t heavy like mine,” she points out, and we start toward the exit. I’m not incapable of holding it, I have one working hand, but Aurora says I should rest it as much as possible since I’ll be using it for everything now. My left arm is completely out of use for now, and I’m trying to forget that it exists. It’s hard, though, considering it’s always in the way and feels like it gained weight suddenly. The dull ache is still there, but the medicine helps.
People are right when they say a broken bone is one of the worst pains you’ll feel. From the second the ladder hit me, it’s been throbbing. It is swollen and sore, so if almost anythingtouches it, I get a shock of pain. But people have gotten through broken arms, I’ll get through it just the same.
“Also, I wanted to ask you something,” Aurora says, interrupting my thoughts.
“Sure. Ask away,” I tell her. She starts walking slower and turns her head slightly toward me.
“Remember when you said you were feeling weird and I made the connection that you’re in love with someone, and then decided you were not going to tell me because you’re rude?” she reminds me. How could I forget? I’ve been thinking about it ever since, and it seems the feeling isn’t getting weaker, only growing.
It’s becoming normal to my body, feeling such things. Like a normal part of my day, something I can’t live without. The moments I now spend with Violet are the moments that fuel the rest of my day. It’s horrible and delightful, at the same time. I need to get over it, I know. Yet my heart refuses to.
“Yes, I do,” I say.
“I have a guess. But you have to promise me not to lie,” Aurora tells me. It’s not a hard guess, it’s not like I meet many people anyway. But I don’t want her to know. I don’t want anyone to know. The more secret it is, the more it can’t mean anything.
“No. I can’t promise that. I’m sure you’ll be wrong anyway; you might not even know the person,” I make clear, attempting to try and make her up. She rolls her eyes.
“Is it Violet?” she asks.
I keep my head straight, trying my hardest to stop any reaction being visible on my face. I sink my teeth into my lip and refrain from smiling. “Why would you think that?” I ask her.
“So, is it true?”
“I didn’t say that, I just want to know why you think that,” I tell her, twisting my head, ensuring my expression is neutral.
She sighs. “Well, first of all, it cannot be a coincidence that she arrived here at school at the same time you decided you liked someone. I can’t believe I didn’t see it from the beginning. Second of all, she was with you when you had your accident, and I heard her apologizing to you, which can make anyone think something happened,” she states.
“Something could’ve happened, and it wouldn’t have to mean that,” I reply.
She smiles, blinking at me. “Come on. I saw the way you were looking at her today. And I am not exaggerating when I say I know you have never looked at someone like that in your entire life. You looked at her like she was the first person you’ve ever seen. You looked at her like you were in love. Do not lie to me, Elias Miller.”
I turn my head back to the hall, pressing my lips together. Her laugh comes from beside me. “I knew it. I mean, I’m not the best when it comes to love, since both of the relationships in my life failed. But I know love when I see it,” she adds.
“Great, now you can let it go because it can’t mean anything. I’m trying to forget,” I tell her.
