It was all Keith could do to keep from tears as he listened to the popular kids went on about kids like him. There was a massive bruise on his forehead from the impact, and his headache was now a migraine, but he wasn't showing it. As everyone got up to leave, he froze as he felt a pair of eyes fall upon him. The chill that went down him spine was agony. If didn't realize she wasn't really sympathetic at first, and was even about to try and play it off to take her attention away from him and place it on something else. That's when she got the water out of her bag. Before she even took the cap off, her already knew what was about to happen. It wasn't the first time he'd been giving a shower, and probably wouldn't be the last. But,she was right, the cold water did help a bit. He was practically shaking with fear and pain as she instructed him to buy her a new water and bring it to her, but he knew he would do it.<br/><br/>"Relax, Keith, just try and breath. I'm sure the water isn't too expensive, we'll go pick one up after school." He thought to himself. He wasn't even mad at her, or upset at how she sided with them and not him. Oh no, Keith was actually concerned with being able to buy her a new water. His heart sank when he saw the label, it was a very expensive brand and he knew only one place in town sold them, it was fairly far out of his way to go get one and he wouldn't even have enough money to get it.<br/><br/>"Don't even think about it. I can't believe you're even pretending to think about . . . Oh, jeez, you're going to do it, you're going to steal that bottle of water. Well, good luck, I'm gonna go cry in a corner and think about what I did wrong with you" He thought to himself. Still shaking, he got up and went to his next class. Still holding the bottle in his hands, his heart sank when he walked into the class and the girl who helped bully him was not only in his next class, but also next to the only free seat. Keith couldn't help but look miserable as he held the water bottle in his quivering hands. As he went to sit down, he couldn't help but notice that she was really beautiful. She was regal, in that "Queen, Bad Bitch" kinda way, and she was slowly taking his breath away. He was careful not to stare, and also not to have her notice, but both weren't too hard to figure out. Sitting quietly, he never let the bottle go, or even put it down.