The Top Delinquent Chapter 11: Boggle Eyed

The next morning was Saturday and you were hella gratefully for the weekend because it meant you had 2 days to hide in your room and let the swelling and bruising go down in your right eye.

It was a killer hit you had received from your father and your eye felt gravelly every time you blinked.

“Fuck man, how am I supposed to cover this when I get to school?” You thought as you checked it out in the bathroom mirror. “Maybe mum has some make up here I could use to cover the bruise?”

You opened the drawer under the sink and fished through the random make up in there.

“Concealer?” You thought as you pulled two kinds out.

You looked both of them over then opted to use the slightly darker one, opening the bottle and dabbing a bit on your wrist to check the colour.

“Shit, wrong colour.” You grimaced internally as you stared down at the blatantly wrong colour on your wrist. “Guess I can try it anyway and see??”

You grabbed a cotton bud and dabbed some concealer gently around your eye, doing your best to cover the green and purple bruise.

“Well… it’s better??? Kinda??? If I have dark glasses on or something, it shouldn’t be that noticeable.” You thought as you walked back to your room and grabbed some sunglasses out of your drawer then went back to the bathroom to try them on. “Yeah that’ll do.” You donned the shades and saw that they had covered the rest of the bruise.

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Monday came and you applied the make up, happily noticing that the swelling had gone down significantly and it was really just the colour you were covering.

“Perfect!” You thought proudly as you slipped the glasses on then got your bag and headed for school.

It was a really sunny day out, so a number of people had sunglasses on and you relaxed, safe in the knowledge that you looked like any other regular person that day.

You got to school and headed for your locker, opening the locker door and stepping back as papers as random things feel from the storage cube.

“Fuck.” You grunted as you crouched down to pick the stuff up.

“Language, Y/N.” A calm, yet stern, voice stated from your right and you quickly looked across to see who had spoken.

It was Iida and he had crouched down to help you pick up the rogue papers that had scattered across the hall floor.

“Oh. Sorry.” You said quickly and he looked at you with surprise.

You hurriedly looked back down and kept picking things up as you avoided eye contact with him.

“Miss… Y/N, those glasses are not part of school policy, please remove them at once.” Iida said in a reserved tone as he handed your papers to you.

“No.” You replied bluntly.

“Begging your pardon, Y/N, but as the class re—,”

“I don’t care who the fu-…funny man, you are, I’m leaving them on.” You stated firmly.

You stood up and started putting stuff back into your locker, when Iida called your name again softly.

Your heart leapt at the tone he had used and you looked at him with a forced scowl plastered on your face.

As you stared him down, Iida reached out and slowly removed your glasses, looking at your face tenderly as he did so.

Fearfully, you quickly looked down, holding your hand out for him return your shades to you.

“G-Give them back.” You said, waiting with baited breath for his reply.

After a few more minutes he spoke.

“You may keep them on.” He stated calmly, handing your shades back to you.

He then reached into his back pocket and pulled out his paper of merits, demerits, and passes, and wrote you a uniform pass.

“There, please show this pass to the teachers should they ask to see it.”

You took the pass from him and nodded stiffly before turned to your locker and getting things out for first class, biting into the side of your cheek to stop yourself from crying.

Iida stepped around you and headed to his locker, glancing at you from the corner of his eye as you passed him to the first class.

“Ay!” D/F called when she saw you, “what’s with the shades?”

“Fucking bright today and my eyes hurt.” You grumbled.

“You hungover?” She whispered.

“Yeah, so shut up, you’re too loud.” You lied, preferring not to talk anymore.

“Awww, I’ll sneak out at lunch today and grab us some greasy food, yeah?” She said with a sympathetic smile.

“Thanks babe.” You grunted.

Just then Iida entered and D/F groaned when she saw him glance at you.

“Bet, Choppy Rep, is gonna call you out.” She said lowly to you.

Iida sat down in his seat and started laying his pens out like he usually did, acting like it was another normal day.

“Wait what?” D/F suddenly asked with surprise, “Iida? You’re not gonna harass Y/N about the shades?”

“Shut it, D/F.” You snapped at her.

“Y/N has a uniform pass.” Iida said calmly as he turned in his seat and looked back at D/F. “I have no reason to address her about it.”

D/F’s mouth fell open and she looked across at you.

Ok, we need to talk later.” She whispered lowly to you.

You scowled and looked away.

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“Yooooo??? What the actual fuck is going on?” D/F said with a laugh as you and her sat at the far end of the playing field, eating [favourite greasy food].

“What do you mean?” You asked apathetically.

“Ok, first off, Iida called you by your first name and not ‘Miss L/N’ and you didn’t flinch, and second of all where the hell did you get a uniform pass for the shades from??” She asked incredulously.

“It’s not that big a deal is it? God, woman, you’re overreacting! And second of all, who cares where I got it from? I have it and that’s all that matters.” You said with an annoyed sigh as you bit into your food. “Why are you obsessing over it??”

“I’m not, but it just looks like you and Iida are getting along now.” She mused.

“That’s definitely not the case.” You said as your eyes scanned over to where the tiller had ripped the garden apart on Friday.

The area was perfect, no signs of damage anywhere, grass even looked like it had been replaced or something… it looked like absolutely nothing had happened.

“I’ll have to ask him about it later.” You thought as you ate more food. 

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