Nova's Semester

Chapter 5

The time could not have gone by any slower. As the minutes tick by, the knot in her stomach starts to tighten again. She just wants it to stop, it's just pissing her off at this point. Soon she can hear the students of the classroom over the noise of her music. She yanks her headphones from her head and whips around to see what the commotion is. She sees everyone packing their things up, getting ready for the bell to ring. Calming slightly, she starts to do the same she zips her bag and throws it over her shoulder. Standing the second the bell starts to ring; she only walks a couple steps before her foot collides with something solid. For the second time that day she eats shit and falls to the ground, this time face first smashing her forehead into the corner of the teachers' metal desk. She can hear the collective gasp of the classroom before a few snickers start to pop up here and there. "Oh god Nova, are you ok?" She can only partly understand Arnold's question. Sitting up she blinks a couple times, eyes adjusting from the sudden altercation. When she looks up, she sees Rose smiling behind her hand fake concern laced in her voice, as she brings her extended leg back under her desk "Oh my God Nova are you ok?" All she wants to do is cry, nothing that had happened that day had gone her way, even before she left the house, she was destined to have a bad day.

She feels a hand on her right arm, and when she turns, she catches the alarmed face of Mr. Mikaelson "Honey are you alright?" before she gets to answer all the pain starts to come through all at once and she can feel the warm liquid running down her temple. Her answer is a simple groan as she brings her hand to her head. "Can you stand for me?" She hears Mr. Mikaelson ask. Very slowly she took his extended hand, and he slowly raised her up "You should sit back down in your seat dear you might have concussion." All she can do is follow his order and let him guide her to her seat. Everyone had left but a few people, some just wanted to make sure she was ok, Arnold of course stayed, and so did Rose and her gaggle of friends who all were half laughing, half straight faced trying not to blow their cover. "Mr. Mikaelson?" She spoke up, pushing her chest forward, crossed her legs, and letting her skirt ride up on her thighs, even though a daze Nova couldn't believe the girl's audacity. Her voice came out a high squeal in her ears. This was probably her way of trying to sound sexy. She didn't, she sounded like a dying chicken. "Yes, Ms. Sampson?" "Do you want me to go get the nurse? I mean it's only fair she tripped over my backpack." She says lying through her teeth. She flips her hair over her shoulder waiting for his answer. The one she gets is visibly not the one she wants. "First of all, the desks are not meant to be sat on so please get off of it." The look of shock on Rose's face makes her chuckle. She immediately regrets it as pain shoots through her head, she groans in response. Rose slides off the desk, and glares at Nova. Mr. Mikaelson turns to her and examines her forehead once more. Standing up he walks back to his desk grabbing some tissues from the box on his desk. He turns and addresses Rose again "Miss Sampson that would be a great idea please go fetch the nurse." This was new. No teacher had the nerve to stand up to Rose. Rose looked surprised that he actually agreed with her, other teachers would have said something along the lines of "oh no need to worry your pretty little head someone else can do it." Rose walks out of the room with a pout on her lips and a glare fixated on her. Her head hurt so bad she didn't have the strength to care. "Nova, come on, I need you to stay awake." Mr. Mikaelson tapped her arm a couple times to keep her grounded. She looked up at him and felt a slight pressure on her forehead, "Ooww, hey." she whines. "Sorry." he apologizes first "Yup, you definitely have a concussion." he brings his hand away from her forehead and she realizes he was wiping the blood off her forehead. He brings the tissues down from her head and walks to his desk to get some more when he stops in his tracks. With his back facing towards her she can't tell what he's doing "Mr. Mikaelson?" he swiftly resumes his pace and throws the tissues away "Sorry, I get a bit weird around blood." He grabs a couple more to replace the old ones and places them on the gash "Can you hold this here?" Reaching up slowly she grabs the tissues from him. She completely misses the tissues and grabs the tips of his fingers instead. 'Their freezing' is all she thinks before he pulls his hands out from under hers to push himself to stand.