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"Ok, let me see" Ashley stated as I walked into the class room. I smiled and shook my head. She didn’t smile back though. That deffinitely made me feel like a kid again "Fine, go straight to the nurse" she sounded so authoritative and I rolled my eyes. I turned around and pulled my shirt up a little barely reveiling the scar. She used her hands to raise my shirt a little more. Her hands were so soft that I shivered at her touch. "I’m sorry" she said pulling away quickly "Did I hurt you?" she asked and I laughed

　

"No, I don’t think you could" I said and she took a picture with her phone

　

"Spencer, honey, I think you need stitches" she stated and I frowned and I lowered my shirt and turned around. She handed my the phone reveiling a gash from my bra strap then atleast 5 inches down my back

　

"Yeah, it looks like it, but don’t freak out ok. Also I have a few friends here I’ll drive my self and hopefully be back by fourth block" I lied and she shook her head

　

"No, Chelsea will take over my art class, I’ve already discussed it with her"

　

"No, I swear I’ll go and even come back. I’ll even go to the nurse and have her call ahead for me"

　

"Spencer please" she moved her hand to my shoulder "just let me do this for you" I sighed then nodded. I don’t know why I looked so sad. I guess her sad mood was altering mine. "Just go to the office sign out and I’ll take you home. I’ll be about ten minutes" she said and patted my shoulder as she walked out.

　

……….about 20 minutes later…………..

　

"Sorry it took so long" Ashley said meeting me in the office

　

"It’s cool, it was taking for ever for the nurse to contact the hospital."

　

"Ok, let’s go" she said and I nodded, suddenly feeling how undomfortable the dried blood was while it rubbed against my back. What the hell did that bastard hit me with? And how could I barely feel it when it looks so bad? Ashley led me to her silver range rover. For some reason that made me smile. I figured she would have a cute little car, but I was so wrong