Chapter 2 Mate

• Blinking, I forced a smile.
• "Are you okay?" I asked the boy with mesmerizing beautiful eyes.
• His eyes were as blue as the sky. So clear and full of emotions.
• The boy chuckled at that.
• I felt like joining him in Laughing, but I couldn't do that even if I wanted to.
• My ribs ache like no man's business.
• "You're the one hurt among us, and you're still bothering to ask if I'm okay?" He asked with a brow raised at me.
• His words made me slowly look around the bathroom.
• It was completely deserted with none of my bullies present. "You got no wound? I thought...."
• "The ones that got a beating aren't me." He smiled brightly. "This is yours," He placed my Locket in my hand.
• I took the locket and placed it inside the pocket of my shirt.
• Later, I'll wear it on my neck. Much much later when the wound finally heals.
• "Thank you." I sniffed.
• Seeing the locket made me feel more than okay. I thought I won't get to see this locket ever again, but this unfamiliar male made it possible.
• Without the boy with beautiful eyes, I don't think he would have survived all this. The boy is a ray of sunshine, one that was sent by the creator when he saw others bullying me.
• I might be feeling pain right now, but I don't care. The pain is nothing compared to the happiness I was feeling right now.
• For years, I've not spoken to anyone as a friend. Not even my classmates at school want to have anything to do with me. They bully me any chance they get.
• And this is one of the reasons I hate both the school and the orphanage.
• I just can't wait for the day I will be free from this place.
• "Can you stand?" The boy asked.
• "Who are you?" I asked Instead.
• I've not seen him before, and neither do I know who he is. He might be familiar with me, but that doesn't change the fact he's a stranger.
• He tilted his head to the side with an amused smile on his face. "Are you worried I might be a kidnapper?" Asked the not who's not all that older than I am.
• I scoffed at his words. "You might be a kidnapper, or whatever you want to call yourself, I don't care. All I want to know is the boy that saved me."
• One that makes my heart skip a beat just from looking at me.
• It was a feeling I'm not familiar with. Aside from fear and nerves, no other feelings make my heart beat as fast as it's now.
• "I'm Mate." He smiled brightly.
• "Mate?"
• I've not heard of such a strange name before. "Is that your full name, or do you have another one?
• He shrugged at my words. "That's the name I grew up with. I have no other name aside from my last name."
• "Oh." I didn't bother telling him that's the same case with me.
• I have only a name and a surname. A name my birth parents gave me. Obviously, they want me to answer the name they chose for me, and that was why they pinned my name on my clothes.
• "And you, what might be your name?" He raised a brow at me.
• "Laty." I smile at him.
• "Laty? What an unusual cute name for a cute boy." He ruffles my hair a bit.
• His words made me blush deeply.
• My cheeks felt hot, and My heartbeat accelerated more.
• "It's the name my birth parents gave to me." I look down in shyness.
• "Why? You shy about the name?" He playfully punched me.
• "Ahhh!" I shout in pain as I clutched to that part of my body.
• I know the punch he gave me is a playful one, but that doesn't mean he didn't accidentally punch me in one of the numerous places I got beaten on.
• "Are you hurt? Gosh, how can I forget you had a beating." Gently taking my arm in his, he helped me rise to my feet.
• "Thank you." I smiled despite the pain. I don't want him to feel worried About me.
• "Let's go."
• "Where are we going?" I stop him from taking a step more. I need to know where he's taking me before I agree to follow him out.
• Left to me, I would have waited for the pain out before going back to my room to slowly heal.
• As Strange as it sounds, the wounds on my body don't scar, and they sure don't pain me for a long time.
• The longest a wound has stayed on my body is three days, and after that, it completely disappears without a trace whatsoever. I guess this is one of the ways the creator is trying to make up to me for all the things I've endured.
• This is his way of telling me he's still looking out for me despite the things happening around me.
• "To the nurses' office of course. Where else do you think I'm taking you? To the bar?" He raises a questioning brow.
• "No," I tightly clutch his hand. "Don't take me to the nurse's office. Take me back to my room, I have some medicines there."
• Who said anything about medicines?
• There's nothing like having medicine in that room, but I can't tell him that.
• If he's to know, he might insist I visit the nurse, and that's just one thing I don't want in my entire life.
• "Why's that? Why don't you want to go to the nurse's office?"
• "I can't."
• I don't want to be counselled for something I didn't do.
• "Why? "
• "They'll blame me for this wound. She'll say it's what I deserve, and that's not something I want to hear today."
• "Don't you think the bullies should be punished? Not telling anyone means they go Scott free." He angrily balls his fist.
• "It makes no difference should I report them. No one will believe me even when I try.
• I've done that countless times till I found out nothing will move the way I want. If anything, it increases bullying. "
• I've still not recovered from the one I got, I can't afford to piss them off by telling the teacher about them.