#Chapter 59: Cover It Up

Maybe they won’t notice, is my hope-filled second thought, which is, of course, ridiculous. The bruise already stings so badly it even pulses some. It has to be big and red and ugly. Archer and the rest are definitely going to notice. So I would just have to hide it from them. I had no idea how I would do that just yet, but hopefully something would come to me soon. Makeup, maybe? I have some foundation in my bag. I’ve seen people cover stuff on television. Would it even work in real life? Well, that problem could wait for a minute. I just saved my classmate from two guys that wanted to beat him to a pulp, and I really would like to know why. “You deserve an explanation,” Tide says. He is still stalling. Whatever was happening here is likely embarrassing for him. Or maybe he is just as asshole who picked a fight. If I got this bruise because he was a little weasel who started something, I would lose my shit. “You think?” I am tired of waiting. “Start talking.” He looks away from