"4A = 7.84." I answered.

"Correct." The teacher said, scribbling on the board.

I sat back down and stare at my worksheet.

Sean didn't dare to look at me ever since he that happened.

That day where he revealed his not-cripple identity.

He didn't know I followed him yesterday, wonder what his reaction will be once I tell him, ' I know~'

"Millie ,can you pass these out for me?" The teacher asked, pushing a stack of paper towards me.

I nodded and stood up, but then I forgot one thing.

"OOF! " I yelled as I fell.

Someone tried to trip me, of course.

I used my hands to prevent my face from hitting the floor.

I pushed myself up, "Excuse you."

Grabbing the stack of paper, I passed it down to everyone, casually.

I could see Sean clenching his fist when I passed him his.

***********

As usual, I headed for my locker when class ended.

" Hey you! "

I jumped, and looked back, it was KP.

He walked towards me and pushed me aside.

Wait what?

"Cripple! " He yelled.

Oh, he's looking for Sean.

Sean looked back and saw KP, then me.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

"What..."

"No one's here to protect you know eh?" KP laughed.

I stood and watched.

KP grabbed Sean's shirt, and pinned him on the lockers.

"Hey, why don't we play a game?" He said.

Sean looked up with no expression, "What kind of game?"

"For everyword you say, I'll give you a punch, you say 5 words in total, so I'll give you 5 punches." KP said with a wide grin.

He started off with the first punch to the stomach.

Sean bit his lips, trying to resist the pain.

The second punch on the face.

The third on the chest.

Sean slipped on the floor, his bangs covering his eyes, he coughed and choked.

"Stop."

KP's fist stopped, just centimeters away from Sean's face.

"What... Did you...."

"Stop." I repeated.

KP cracked his knuckles.

"How about I use the last 2 punches on you?" He said.

I looked up at KP.

"And I'll claw your eyeballs out with my toes." I grinned.

He frowned and charged towards me.

I stood still.

The right...

I tilted my head to the left.

The fist missed and attempted to swing to the left.

I ducked, resulting KP to miss again.

"What the..."

I grabbed KP's left leg and pulled it to me, he fell with his face first.

"ARRRGHH!" He yelled clutching onto his bulbous nose as he got up.

"Hm...I'm surprised, it didn't break." I said.

I punched his face hard, not in full power but HARD.

He fell on the ground, and coughed.

KP lifted his body away from the ground with his elbow.

He spat out something, a tooth.

The crowd gasped.

I smirked.

Sean was still on the ground, his face turned towards me.

KP's eyes glowed, he tried to trip me and grab me with his rope, but failed pretty badly.

I pinned him on a locker, like what he did to Sean, " Let's play a game, for every word you say, I'll give you a punch, you said 16 words in total since I said stop, so I'll give you 16 punches, how about that?" I smiled.,

KP's eyes widened in horror, he shaked his head slowly.

"Haha, just joking." I laughed.

He slipped on the ground.

But then I stopped smiled, I gave him a punch on his nose.

KP fell on the floor, his nose clearly broken.

"That'll teach you a lesson." I grinned.

Sean still didn't look at me.

I walked towards him and held out my hand.

He didn't move.

The crowd stared.

"Sean." I said.

He still didn't move.

I took my hand back, instead I lifted him up.

He didn't expect that.

"Let's get you an ice pack." I said, fixing his tie.

I pulled him to the infirmary.

The doctor wasn't there.

"You don't have to..." Sean muttered.

"I know." I replied.

"Sit."

Sean did as told, he sat on the chair I pointed at.

I grabbed an ice pack from the cold storage and handed it to Sean.

He accepted it and placed it on his blue and purple eye.

"Thanks...."

"No problem."

I planted myself on a leather seat.

My hands placed together.

"Do you have something to tell me?" I said.

Sean looked away, "Yeah....I'm sor----"

"I already know that, tell me something I don't know." I said.

He looked stunned, "W..what?"

"Tell me." I said.

"W.well...." Sean stammered.

"Tell me what happened last night." I said.

He looked at his shoes, "I...I ummm..."

Yeah, I understand if he doesn't want to tell me....

"I got into a f..fight with Milton." Sean stammered, playing with his fingers.

I nodded, "And then?"

"He won."

"Aren't you suppose to be in a wheelchair right now?" I asked.

"No, no, it's not fighting with fists and quirks, you know, talking, kind of fight...." He lied.

I reached for his shoulders and placed my hand on his cut.

"You sure you're ok?" I asked innocently.

Sean flinched at the contact.

"Y..yeah."

I smiled, and pulled his collar to his left, showing a stitched cut.

"What happened." I asked seriously.

"He threw his spike at me at the end, got a cut and yeah...." He lied.

But I accepted it.

"Mmm.. Ok." I said, lifted myself off the chair and grabbed some bandages.

I wrapped it around Sean's shoulder, "Becareful next time." I said, before leaving the infirmary.

I guess Sean doesn't trust me enough yet.