Wayne notices the marks peeking out from the rips of your jeans and frowns as he thinks they look like bruises. He doesn't bother hiding he's noticed as his eyes dart upwards to your face but he doesn't say anything about it. He just waits until the bell rings and you leave class. he grabs your arm and pulls you into a janitor's closet. He looks you dead in the eyes and asks you plainly, his word choice the only marker that tell you he's angry. What the fuck happened, who did that?
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