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to get him mad, either.” I started running my fingers through his hair to calm him down.
    â€œI can tell. I wonder if he is going to go look for Ryder.” He started to rub my back and I laid my head on his shoulder. We sat around for the rest of the day watching movies. Hayden hadn’t come back yet and I was starting to get worried.
    My parents texted me that they wouldn’t be back until Tuesday, which made me relax. Hopefully they wouldn’t see my bruises and I wouldn’t have to repeat the story again.
    Nash and I spent the rest of the weekend together at my house. We didn’t do anything; we just hung out. I felt so safe around him and I knew that he would always protect me. But we were both dreading Monday and what would happen at school.
    My brother had to practically drag me out of my bed Monday morning. “C’mon. You have to go today. Mom and Dad are going to be pissed if you don’t.”
    â€œI don’t care. Today is going to be awful.” I slipped back into my bed and pulled the covers up over my head.
    â€œIf you don’t go today, it’ll just be worse tomorrow.” Sadly, he was right. If I ditched, the next day would be a hell of a lot worse.
    â€œFine. Where were you this weekend anyway?” I asked him. I forced myself up and headed over to my closet.
    â€œThere were some things I wanted to sort out but it never happened.” I knew what “things” he wanted to sort out.
    Once again, my big brother was trying to come to my rescue and be my hero. Too bad Nash already took that title this time. “Just leave Ryder alone. Nash already took care of him and I don’t want this to become an even bigger deal.” I turned to him and was practically begging him not to do anything.
    Hayden just walked straight out of my room and slammed the door shut. I rolled my eyes and hopped into the shower.
    Nashty: Hey. Do you want me to drive you today?
    Violet-Boo: Sure. Pick me up in 20 minutes.
    I stood in front of the mirror and looked at the marks still on my face. My black eye was almost gone and I was able to cover up most of it with concealer. You could still tell that I got hit, though. And my bruises still looked pretty bad. Great. People were going to think I was abused.
    I heard a car honk and headed out the door.
    Nash was waiting in his truck with a smile on his face—a face that looked a whole lot better than mine did. Like with me, though, you could tell that he got beat up.
    â€œHey, beautiful. Your face looks better.” I knew he was just trying to make me feel a little more upbeat, but it wasn’t working.
    â€œPlease. It’s still extremely noticeable. My bruises haven’t even started to fade yet. How is your face already looking better?” He lifted up his shoulder and gave me that “I don’t know” face.
    â€œSo what do we say, if people ask?” I glanced at him, hoping he would give me a good answer.
    â€œJust tell them that you don’t care about Vine because you liked me for me. Right? That’s what you told me yesterday.”
    â€œWell, I know that. But what about our faces and Ryder?” Just saying his name gave me chills, and the horrible memory flooded back into my mind.
    â€œJust tell them that some guys at our school are assholes and I’m your hero.” Wasn’t he just so cocky?
    We both laughed in the car and our eyes caught each other’s. He stopped laughing and his eyes moved from my eyes to my lips. He started to lean in and I closed my eyes until our lips met.
    Once again, I felt sparks and a surge of electricity rushed through my body.
    He pulled away and looked straight into my eyes. Running his fingers through my hair, he said, “Violet, when we kiss, I feel sparks fly. I know that sounds pretty cheesy, right? But I really like you. Will you do me the honor of being my girlfriend?”
    I gave him a huge hug and whispered into his ear,