"It's nothing, stop bothering me about it." Jordan said, moving his hand away from the bandage on his cheek.

For the past few weeks, Jordan had come to school with bruises and bandages. You were childhood friends, so why didn't he trust you?

Before you could say anything else, he started to walk away, so you grabbed his hand to stop him.

"Just stop worrying about me..." he said, not bothering to turn to you.