You're a Player but I'm not Your Game

Chapter 11: He Wants to be Heroic

Chapter 11: He Wants to be Heroic

"Shit," I hear Drew mutter under his voice. I instantly wanted to cry of embarrassment and pain but I didn't, I resisted. I sat there on the ground, gushing blood out of my arm and my eyes were bulging red from trying to resist from bawling my eyes out.

Yes I know I'm a wimp.

Drew picked me up in his arms bridal style and began walking, "what are you doing?" I asked him. "Heather, do you not see your arm? Your losing a lot of blood we need to take you to the doctor," Drew said. "But I need to tell Trent," I said. "No time, you ned to get that cut stitched, unless you wanna pass out from blood loss..." He said. "N-No I don't," I told him, of course I didn't wanna pass out. "But..." I continued, "I can still walk you know,"

"Yah sure, but I just feel more heroic carrying you this way,"

If he wanted to carry me then fine! Less walking for me...

I let my body mold into his chest as he carried me to his car. He smelled really good... I felt like I was on cloud 9 and nothing could be better, I literally wanted to cuddle up into his chest, wait what am I saying? I don't like him.

No. I just don't.

I rested on my head on his chest right by his neck, and im gunna be honest... I liked this feeling. I liked the feeling of being held and cared for like Drew cared for me. I let one arm cradle around his neck and let my other hand hold his chest right above his heart. I felt his heart beat like a drum.

"Get in shorty," Drew said opening the passenger door for me, and I did as told. As I watched him walk to the other side of the car I watched his facial features very closely. Drew's jaw line is very defined and his eyes look glossy and green. His skin was clear, tan and not a pimple in sight.

He climbed into seat and turned the keys. I let out a sigh and starred at him while he drived, he seemed so calm. As he bit his lip my body shivered.

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"Oh dear, sweetie what happened?" The lady at the front desk asked me noticing that I wrapped my cuts with my sweatshirt. Red blotches were splattered all over my sweatshirt. "Let's just say I'm as clumsy as an oaf," I say. The lady at the front desk lead me to one of the doctors offices. Drew sat next to me in the office as we waited for the doctor to come.

"So... I could tell you were gettin' pretty comfy in my arms on the way to the car, eh shortie?" Drew said with a smirk plastered on his lips. I rolled my eyes. "Pfft no..." I said, but I mean lets get real, you and me both know I was as cozy as can be while Drew held me. Drew winked, I playfully punched his shoulder, "stooop," I wined. He chuckled.

The doctor walked in... I began to panic, I've never gotten my arms stitched before and I'm sure as hell not ready for this to be my first.

***

I got my stitches... boy, was that a nightmare. Drew dropped me off at my house, as soon as I walked through my bedroom door I flopped on my bed and sighed with a smile that crept on my lips. I can't believe Drew Parker carried me in his arms for almost 15 minutes, I couldn't stop thinking about him. He smelled so good, and his heart felt warm, when he holds me in his arms it feels comforting and all it does is make me wanna... like him.

Drew Parker, what are you doing to my feelings?

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