One of the Guys

Chapter 34: I'm Yelling Timber

Cecelia's POV:
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"Touch my leg one more time and I will snap," I threaten the male nurse trying to do an X-ray. I would laugh at the horrible pun I just made if I wasn't in so much pain.

"Would you just cooperate, I'm trying my best! Sooner we get this done, the sooner the pain can go away."

I huff, but comply anyway because I'm about to pass out if he keeps touching it. Finally I'm allowed back to my room and flip the nurse off as he leaves. Grace scolds me playfully and I roll my eyes which earns me a look. I've never figured out why she hates that.

"The game finished, Ashton should be here any minute sweetie," Grace informs me.

"Who won?" I ask nervously.

"Sorry, he didn't say."

I pout and lean against the bed. Stupid boys, what are they good for? I glance down at my leg, but avert my eyes because it looks deformed. I'm about to put it back into place myself if the doctor doesn't get here soon. Grace eyes me, like she knows what I'm thinking.

"Hopefully there's no permanent damage," Grace worries.

"I'll be fine," I promise her. "Can anyone get ahold of my dad?"

"I can't directly, but the message is on its way."

I hum in response as Ashton and Archer walk through the door. My nose crinkles at Ashton's sweaty uniform. I look over at Grace and we give each other the silent 'ugh boys' look.

"You could've changed," Grace scolds.

"And showered," I add.

He rolls his eyes. "Sorry, wasn't my biggest concern."

Grace quietly awes and I laugh. "Well, you smell horrible," I inform him.

"I smell like roses," he decides cockily.

I ignore him and turn to Archer, who has what I think is my bag in his hands. "I thought you might want to change," he tells me sheepishly.

"Thank you," I tell him. "Grace will you help me."

"No fair," Ashton protests. "I want to help."

Grace smacks his head and grabs my bag from Archer. "Go get changed yourself. At least try smelling like a civilized person."

He pouts, but leaves with Archer following behind. Grace locks the door so no one walks in. After an awkward and painful ten minutes, I'm out of my uniform and into shorts and Ashton's old hoodie. She helps me sit back down and goes to unlock the door that Ashton has been knocking incessantly for the last two minutes.

He smiles at me when he enters, but immediately frowns when he gets a good look at my leg. It's swollen and bruised with some blood from minor scrapes. He eases me over and sits down on the edge of the bed to take a closer look. When his hand starts moving towards it I slap it. He holds it dramatically like it actually affected him.

"What was that for?" He asks incredulously.

"You touch my leg and I will cut you," I threaten.

"Don't be so dramatic, I wouldn't hurt you," he assures.

"And I say that I don't watch Pretty Little Liars, but hey, we all lie," I fire back.

"You said you didn't watch it! You're telling me that I could've been watching it at your house this entire time? What a friend you are," he grumps. He then smiles at me mischievously. "Or should I say, girlfriend."

I glance at Grace to see if she heard. She doesn't seem to be paying attention, but she has a small smile and I know she's eavesdropping. I catch her eye, but she casually looks out the window as if she's found interest in something. I look back at Ashton who's glancing between me and Grace like a kid waiting to open gifts on Christmas morning.