A Teacher and A Flame

When the unconcious girl awoke she was in the middle of two huddled nurses. She rolled her eyes wanting to curse she held her tongue, the pain was terrible. But why in the world was she in the hospital? She only remembered her fall and braking her arm. She suddenly felt a dull aching on the back of her head then a very annoyed look came over her face. "Bloody men! I could've cared for myself!" She got out of the bed stomping off, the nurses tried to stop the enraged/subborn headmistress. Since she had never spent time in the hospital and never would've gone willingly she left as quickly as possible.

She then went to the teacher's room and knocked on the door with her good arm. Then came in, "Why did you help me?" She asked in a demanding manner, her eyes looked angry. She partly was just curious but if she asked the other way it would've been weird for her. So she chose the angry way instead, she never really liked being nice. And that bump on the back of the head really hurt, it didn't take her long to figure out who did it seeing her head was sore.

"Help you? What are you talking about? You mean me replacing you to where you were after our fight?"

"You really don't think I'd be so stupid as to not remember how your hand feels... when knocking someone out now do you?! You didn't have to knock me out!" Her head started to ache insanely as well as her arm. She rubbed her head lightly with her non-broken arm, "You make no sense..."

"What happened to your arm?"

She looked at him with a annoyed look, "Fine I won't thank you then if your going to act that way." She said with a sigh turning to leave, she knew very well it was him who did knock her out and bring her to the hospital. No one else she had fought was that sneaky or strong, if she hadn't forbade all thoughts about men she'd probably have been going on about how strong and handsome he was in her mind. She didn't let those kinds of thoughts slip in though, they would cause her to cloud her mind.

She felt his hand catch her wrist, she turned to him half tempted to hit him for having too much contact with her through out the day. "Hang on..." She turned to him a raised eyebrow in suspescion. "Yes?." When he cleared his throat she thought she was going vomit, men usually cleared throats when wanting to ask people out. "Um, I need to take care of that headache of yours before it gets worse." She looked at him now with even more suspecion. "Why should I trust you when you won't even tell me the truth." She turned to go once again.

She went to go but his hold on her wrist didn't let go, she was tempted to flame him. But she wasn't in the mood, oddly his grip was more gentle than before, his face showed no concern from what she could see. She didn't know what was going on, all she knew was she didn't feel to well.

She looked at him not believeing a word, "Yeah, more like you hit me! Why can't you just admit it! Argh!" She yanked her hand from his walking out the doorway turning to walk down the hallway and leave. When suddenly she felt dizzy, she put a hand to her head then felt herself falling backwards. She didn't feel too good, her vision blurred everything slowly blending together. As her body fell backward towards the floor.

The woman didn't know what overtook her to make her feel so bad. She desparately tried to grasp something before impact. Why in the world did she have to 'faint' in front of him. She noted to herself he was evil, how terrible it was to have to deal so much with a man in one day.

She knew very well she didn't hit her chin funny, she then realized the jerk was doing the papers she had betted on. She now wanted to yell at him, but she was too dizzy to do so. "I'm going to hurt you one of these days..." She said slowly, almost sleepily.

His strong arms caught her gently, holding her body in a comfortable position he lowered her to the ground and chuckled at her comment. "Tell you what. I'll let you hurt me later." She heard the words but she wasn't going to do it. Especially if he was letting her hurt him. His arms were so strong, she felt so dizzy delirious thoughts came into her head such as him being cute. His hand brushed hair away from her neck, her hair soft and silky to the touch. His touch was soft, it was so much different from the way he knocked her out twice already.

A hand ran down her neck, her heart felt funny. She couldn't stop it's beating so fast, she didn't know why. She blamed it on him though, "Your making my heart race stop knocking me out so often." She said in a sleepy tone. Her heart continued to pitter patter.

"This might sting a little."

"Now you warn me about pain, but you didn't when you knocked me out when I fell did you?" She said still sleepily but angered slightly, but in a cute unable to kill him way. His hand at the base of her neck, she felt heat leak through his hand into her neck. She knew it wasn't fire since it was different in feeling. The heat penitrated beneath her skin. She then felt a stinging, but it wasn't bad compared to breaking her arm and then being knocked out and toted to the hospital. She muttered something, "If you bring me to the hospital again I'll hurt you." She said to him her voice still sounding sleepy.