The Deadly Revenge (GL)

My eyes fluttered open, and I woke up with a tired groan. My body still felt heavy, but I felt better than yesterday. Sure enough, the fever had really gone down.

I made to move, but I found myself being restricted by a pair of arms wrapped around me. Like a flash, I remembered that Teddy slept next to me last night. I quickly opened my eyes to find her still asleep beside me.

Her eyes were close and her dark hair in a messy bun. Some strands fell against her face, and I gently reached forward to tuck them behind her ear.

Our faces were close, and I could still feel the warmth of her strong arms around me. It made me feel giddy and excited.

Being with Teddy like this feels so good, so natural. I wish I could get sick often just to have her lay next to me and take care of me like she did last night. I honestly never thought she would do that for me. I've come to the conclusion that she cares about me to some extent, but I never thought it was that much.

I smiled to myself as I stared at her sleeping face. Teddy was seriously beautiful. Her long dark eyelashes fell against her closed lids showing just how long and dark they really were, and her lips were pink and straight, and they were slightly parted. I had the sudden urge to run my thumb along her bottom lip, but I held back in order not to wake her up.

Her face was oval shape and she had a prominent jawline that actually made her look a lot more sexier in my eyes.

She was wearing a grey tank top and I couldn't stop my eyes as they trail down the length of her tattooed arms around me. Looking more carefully at it, I realized it was a drawing of a lioness. I couldn't help smiling at that. It sure suits her.

My gaze went back to her sleeping face and my heart flutter as I continue to stare at her. She was so beautiful, and I wanted to touch her but I was too scared to wake her up, so I contented myself with just staring.

After some seconds, Teddy began to stir awake and my eyes widened in panic. I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep so she won't know I have woken up earlier just to stare at her.

I heard Teddy scoff and felt her arms slipped from my body. I couldn't help letting out a disappointed sound. I miss her touch already.

"Get up kid, I know you're awake." I felt her climb out of my bed and I had no choice but to sit up as well.

"How did you know?" I asked curiously watching in awe as she stretched her arms in the air like a purring cat. Her back was to me, and I didn't miss the way her strong shoulders flexed and how her tank top rode up a little revealing a little patch of her olive skin.

"Your eyes were closed a little too tight for someone who's sleeping." She faced me again with bored eyes. "How's your health now? Do you feel okay?"

I grinned so wide, I felt my lips might split. "I've never been better."

She rolled her eyes, "of course. After taking my time to take care of you, it would be strange if you don't feel better." 

"Thank you, for caring for me, even when you didn't have to." I appreciated her effort from the deepest part of my heart, and seeing the way she kept looking at me made me blush and look away from her. 

Her eyes were so dark and intense.

"Where's your glasses?" She asked out of the blue.

I was suddenly reminded of what my bullies did to me the day before, but I pushed aside my discomfort and offered a small smile. "I was cleaning it up at school, and it fell by accident and got broken."

There was silence, a very heavy silence that made me uncomfortable. I couldn't help fidgeting with my fingers. I wonder why I felt so horrible after lying to her, but I just don't want her to feel sorry for me, or worst, think of me as a loser.

I know she doesn't believe me, and I purposely avoided her eyes so she wouldn't ask me any questions.

To my relief, she didn't push the topic. "Are you going to school today?" 

I looked at her to find that her stoic expression was back on. I shook my head, "uh, it isn't going to be easy for me without my glasses, so I'll just have to skip."

She frowned, "wouldn't it affect your scholarship?"

I smiled at her concern. She doesn't even know how concerned she sounds right now. "I can survive."

She rolled her eyes and blew out a breath, "not that I really care, I'm just curious, and about last night, I only took care of you because I don't want you dying in the same room I sleep in. That would be too much trauma for me."

I smiled as if I knew something she didn't, but I agreed anyway. "Sure. I'm still grateful."

She rolled her eyes again, "whatever. I'm going to go make some porridge. You should eat some and take your medicine. I'm only doing this because I don't want you dying in here, nothing else." She reminded with emphasis on her words.

I nodded with a wide smile, "I understand."

She groaned, probably disappointed that she wasn't getting the desired reaction from me. I obviously didn't believe her and she knows it, "oh whatever! I'll be back." And she hurried out of the room faster than lighting.

I couldn't help chuckling to myself. She took care of me and cuddled with me in bed even when she didn't have to.

That doesn't seem like someone who doesn't care. 

She returned some minutes later with a plate of warm porridge and she handed it to me. "You're strong enough to feed yourself today."

I took it with a small thank you. It tasted plain and bland, but it quenched my hunger either way.

As I ate, I watched from the corner of my eyes as she opened the window and brought out a cigarette and a lighter. She lit it up and began smoking while staring out the window. There came the awful smell again, but I stayed quiet and watched her with fascination. 

She does the smallest things, but it affects my heart in a big way.

"Your face and your body," Teddy began still staring out the window, but I knew she was talking to me. "Did they do that to you?"

I knew what she was talking about. The bruise and cut all over my body and my swollen face. She wanted to know if my bullies did it. I still felt the pain, but it wasn't as much as yesterday thanks to Teddy's care.

I wondered if it was a good idea to tell her the truth. It's of no use anyway. Telling her won't change anything, it would only make me look like a weak freak in her eyes.

But I didn't want to lie to her again. She took care of me when she didn't have to, fed me, gave me her jacket. She cared for me when on one else did. It would be unfair to lie about what really happened to me.

"Yes," I whispered in a small voice but I quickly added, "but I'm okay though."

"Okay?" She scoffed, "did you even see the damage they did to your body?!" I was surprised by the anger in her voice. "It's a miracle that you're able to sit up right now. Most people would have ended up unconscious in the hospital."

"Well, there was nothing I could do to stop it."

She blew out smoke from her mouth, threw the unfinished stick out the window and faced me. Her eyes were dark with anger, "there is something you could have done. Either you report to the teachers, or the police, or just fucking fight back! How can you keep letting them to do this to you?! You would have seriously gotten hurt!" She ran a hand through her hair as if to calm herself down. 

For someone who 'doesnt care,' she sure is getting a lot too angry on my behalf.

I looked down at my plate of porridge sadly and mumbled, "I did. To the teachers many times, to the police a couple of times, but nothing was ever done about it, and I guess along the way I just gave up, because every report against them makes it ten times worst."

I held back the fact that they actually beat me up this bad because she stood up for me at the restaurant. I don't want her thinking it's her fault.

"And I can't really fight back," I continued with a sad chuckle. "I mean compare to six of them, I won't stand a chance especially with my skinny self. I can't even handle Josh on my own not to speak of the six of them. The only way to survive now is to be quiet and endure until high school is over."

Silence followed, and I watched Teddy in anticipation. She looks so tense, so angry. Her fist were clenched tightly. It made my heart flutter in my chest though. It's really sweet of her to get angry on my behalf.

She reached towards her bed and picked up a brown jacket. She flunged it in and threw some dollar bills on my bedside table. Her eyes were still dark and furious. I can't help but admit that she looks really hot when she's angry.

"I'm going to work now, get lunch and take your medicines." She didn't wait for a reply as she stomped out of the room.

I sat there feeling both sad and happy. I was happy that she cares, but sad that maybe her care was bore out of a feeling I hated receiving, especially from her.

Pity.

DEADLY REVENGE.