“Thanks for rescuing me” I said staring at his piercing blue eyes.
“Well I wouldn’t exactly call kicking a few guys in area’s we’d best not discuss, a rescue” he said, a heartbreaking smile spreading across his face. “ I only wish I wasn’t too late,” He said staring at my shin. I followed his gaze down to my shin and saw it was bloody and bruised. I met his worried gaze and smiled a little at his dismay for me.
“I’m fine if anything I’m better than I’ve been all summer,” I said trying to joke but failing miserably.
I’m Summer Charard,” I said extending my hand then seeing it was cut pulling it back quickly. But not
quick enough, he noticed.
“Your hurt,” He said, it wasn’t a question but a statement.
“Normally when someone introduces themselves to one another it is expected for the other to state his or her name,” I said sarcastically.
“Well in that case, Zane VanLouge,” He said smiling at my joke.
“Well, Zane, I think it’s only polite that I thank you for your service,” I said. But before he could respond a school nurse came in and shooed him out. But before he left he poked his head in and said,” I guess I’ll see you later, Summer.”
“Yeah,” I replied my cheeks turning a rosy red.