The Bucket List (Rewriting)

Item Number Four: End Up in a Hospital

Here's my first cover for TBL. Just in case you're bored and want to see.

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The Bucket List

Item Number Four: Fall

"Jayden, I need to talk to you." I seethed nervously.

He hesitated but I gave him a look that let him know I wasn't going to rip his head off. It was my way of waving a white flag for the day. Once he got up and flung is bag over his shoulder, I walked fast towards empty tables. I heard quick steps behind me, and he reached for my arm, twirling me to him swiftly.

"Could you make this quick? My friends are waiting for me if you wouldn't mind." He said monotonously.

"Oh, you have friends?" I wanted to retort, but decided against it.

Suddenly a nausea ran through the fibers of my body, reaching my head and blurring my vision. I closed my eyes immediately, holding onto Jayden's shoulders to regain my balance. I began to feel my eyes start to droop and I could have sworn I was going to faint, but I didn't.

"I know you missed me, but people are starting to stare." Jayden teased.

He looked at my face intently, finding an unamused glare. I smacked his hand away and pushed him off of me.

"Thanks for caring about my well-being. I'm fine thank you." I remarked, sarcastically.

"Wait, do you mean you weren't faking it?" I looked up, noticing his fake concern.

"Anyways," I mumbled, " I was here for something. What was it? Oh yeah, did yo-" I said, getting cut off by an attractive boy walking from the table Jayden had been sitting at and towards us.

If you had been there, you would've been ogling him the way I was. It was perfect actually. The sun was hitting him in all the right places, in just the right way, and his hair flowing slightly. He ran a hand through it and I nearly drooled. He smirked at Jayden—I assumed because it definitely wasn't towards me—and all I could hear was the harmonic voices of angels. Though I was slightly exaggerating (I admit), I wasn't all that far off.

I just had to tug at my collar. He was beautiful.

"Hey, Jayden, I need the car keys. I'm gonna buy us some pizza." He smiled at him. Jayden rolled his eyes but tossed him the keys. It was then that he finally looked at me and I swear I was seconds from falling to my knees.

"Jayden, you never told me you had a beautiful girlfriend." He smirked, as if he was asking a question.

"What? NO." he snapped.

"That's good to hear." He chuckled, "So, who's this?" he asked Jayden, who was staring him down.

"I'm Farrah. Farrah Martinez. And you are...?" I interrupted, being polite even though I already knew who he was. I'd be a fool not to.

"I'm Chase Parker." He smiled.

"Parker? You guys are related?" I asked.

"He's my brother." They said in synch.

"Oh." I said, biting my lip.

I could already see the similarities in their everything: same brown hair (except Jayden's was messier and darker), same smile, and even the same complexion. Then there were major differences. Jayden dressed so carelessly, while Chase looked so pristine and put together.

"I see the similarities." I stated, absent-minded.

"Really, unlucky me." Chase teased, smiling. My heart skipped a beat, startling me. "Well, I'm off before the bell rings. It was a pleasure to meet you Farrah."

My insides were turning like a ferris wheel and I didn't care to hide my smile. "It was a pleasure to meet you too Chase."

After our exchange, my heart skipped few more beats. My daze was rudely interrupted by Jayden, but I was still watching Chase retreat.

"So what did you want to talk to me about?" Jayden muttered, clearly annoyed.

"My journal." I stated, looking at a retreating Chase.

"I didn't do anything to it." He said all too serious, rubbing the space between each eyebrow.

"Just please give me my journal and I'll go." I promised.

"Alright. I still can't believe how childish you are, no wonder you wanted the diary back so bad. It's embarrassing." He belittled me, smirking at my emersing frown.

"It's not a diary." I seethed.

"Seriously, that's not even a bucket list. Maybe for a 3 year old I guess." He continued to mock, observing me as I turned red.

"That's none of your business Parker. Just give me my journal back and we'll never have to speak to each other again."

He grabbed the list from his jacket's inner pocket and handed it to me.

"Gladly. But if you ever want to write a bucket list worthy of your time, I'll be glad to help." He winked, provoking my anger even more.

"You make it hard for anyone to like you Parker." I spat before walking away.

I left the cafeteria area and walked to my next class period. After school was done with for the day, I had walked to my locker to lock away my stuff. As I headed for the main entrance to the school. I wasn't in the mood to walk, but at sixteen (with no driver's license, obviously) my parents didn't quite trust me with a car.

I walked down the steps a little too quickly and stopped at a siderail to hold onto. I began to see black dots and hear a ringing in my ears.

Black.

I sat up, and looked around at my surroundings. I was in a little cubicle, smelling the strong smell of hospital cleaner and gazing at different shades of pristine white. I had no idea where I was—obviously I was in a hospital, but for all I knew it could be in Chicago—or what had happened.

"Hello?" I called out.

"Farrah?" A guy walked in, wearing nothing but his sweaty basketball uniform and his sweater.

"What am I doing here?" I panicked.

He just squinted his eyes and analyzed me, not saying one word.

"Did you bring me here?"

He still said nothing, and I began to get irritated. But around him, when wasn't I?

"Why did you bring me here?"

"For someone with a mild concussion, you sure ask too many questions. How do you feel?" He muttered.

I crossed my arms against my chest and glared at him.

"I'm not answering 'till you answer me first."

"Well, I saw you passed out on the steps, if you must know. You were in our way, so we tried to poke you until you got up, but when that didn't work, we thought you were dead." He began, "So I decided we should leave you there, but of course, Chase made us bring you here."

I wasn't sure whether to glare at him or rejoice that Chase had saved my life.

"Typical Jayden Parker." I said rather bitterly.

"Well, now that I confirmed you're not dead, I'm going now." He said nonchalantly

"Hey Jayden?" He turned around, annoyed, "Tell your brother 'thank you' for me."

He rolled his eyes and left. As soon as he left, my parents came in, their expressions grave. The doctor came in behind them and told them everything was normal, and that I might have been too stressed, I had a chemical inbalance, or some other dull theory. My parents eventuay signed me out and I was on my way home.

All I could think about on the way home was one thing, and that was Chase.