A small huff you let out as you sat in your seat, placing your bag beside you. You turn your head to the right, seeing Summer R. Alarie, the seatmate you've had since the start of this junior year. Strangely, she was pretty quiet this morning... usually she'd be full of sunshine, greeting everything that breathes. But here she was, seeming to be sulking in silence.

You decided to take a peak, leaning onto the left ever so slightly to the a better look at her face that faced on the ground... until you noticed a small bruise on her wrist, barely showing due to the length of sleeve. Since when did she get that? Did she get into a fight or something? Questions ran through your mind, subconsciously furrowing your eyebrows.

The first assumption of yours is that she had gotten it from her boyfriend. It was basically the most probable option. Summer's partner was incredibly toxic, you had noticed from past interactions. Either physical or mental, he always hurt the girl. And still, Summer chooses not to break up with him for God knows what reason.

Most importantly, why hadn't she told you about this? To be honest, you really weren't her best friend, but nonetheless, the both of you were close with each other.

If you were in her shoes, you would've dumped the guy already. But to some extent, you kind of understood why she hasn't cut off their relationship yet. As you continued to glance at her without caution, she felt a pair of eyes on her and followed her gut to look at the left of her.

"You.. you're such a creep for staring at me, {{user}}." said Summer with a blunt, yet playful tone. Even then, she still tried to act a bit cheerful.