The New Girl

Chapter Sixteen

***I'm updating! Can you believe it? This is a pretty sad chapter with a lot of talking. It has a bit of a "heart-to-heart" in it...yeah. I thought it was pretty sad and kind of cute. I actually teared up a bit--don't judge me, I read it and it got to me. I actually don't really ever get really upset over stuff, but I did over this. It was like seven pages long on Microsoft Word...ah, well, I've told you enough times how this shrinks, I'll stop now. Haha :)

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Chapter Sixteen

(Scott’s POV)

As soon as the ambulance parks outside of the hospital, they roll Jordin out on a gurney. I stand beside her the entire time, refusing to leave. Finally, after ten minutes of running with the nurses as they guide her to an operation room, I have to stop.

“Honey, you can’t come in there.” One of the nurses, a kind blonde woman, puts a hand to my chest.

“I have to!” I protest. “She’s my girlfriend!”

The woman smiles at me apologetically. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. We can’t let you in. Trust me, dear; you’ll be the first to know if something happens.”

I grumble under my breath, shooting the nurse a grudging nod. The last thing I see is Jordin being whisked into an emergency room. Her dress is bloodied and torn, her hair a wild mess. The white corsage on her wrist is still perfectly intact, though.

I drop my face in my hands, leaning my back against the wall tiredly. My eyes are pricking with tears, but I force my palms against my closed eyelids, pushing them back. I can’t cry, that’s a sign of weakness. A hand on my shoulder pulls me out of my haze.

I look up and lock eyes with a redheaded nurse. She flashes me a grin and I notice that her eyes are a really dark shade of brown, almost black. And I hate them. She looks so much like my Jordin, but yet nothing like my Jordin. The nurse’s hair is obviously dyed red; I can see the blonde of her roots. Her eyes are all wrong, way too dark and not guarded with the shy sweetness.

“Hi,” she giggles.

“Hi,” I mutter.

She twirls a strand of hair around her fingers and beams at me flirtatiously. “My name is Diana. What’s yours?”

 I shake my head and turn away from her. “Look, my girlfriend is in the emergency room right now and she might not make it through. The reason she’s even in there is all my fault and it’s killing me on the inside. Please, right now is not the time for you to start flirting with me.”

Diana laughs lightly. “I’m sorry. You’re just really cute. I’m really, really sorry about your girlfriend, too. I hope she makes it.”

“Me, too,” I mumble.

She pecks me softly on the cheek and scurries off down the hall. I slump onto the floor, my face still hidden in my hands. An idea floats up in my brain and I look up. I dig my iPhone out of my pocket and click to the contact list. I scroll down through the available choices and stop when I find her name. I tap on her number and it starts ringing.

She picks up on the third trill. “Hello? Scott? Where are you?”

“Ollie,” I answer. “I’m in the hospital.”

“Oh my gosh!” Ollie exclaims. “Are you okay?!”

I chuckle humorlessly. “I’m fine. I’m here because of Jordin. She got in a car accident…and then she hit a tree…and now we’re here.”

I can hear her gasp on the other end. “Are you serious?! Wait…Jordin doesn’t even have a car.”

“She was driving a Slug Bug.” I explain.