Chapter 24

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"Come what may!" I scream loudly along with Ewan McGregor, wiping away the tears from my cheeks. Having to stay home from school is always fun, but not so much when you don't have energy to move around much. I'm sitting on our giant plush couch in the television room watching Moulin Rouge for the thousandth time, it's the one movie that always makes me overly emotional.

I take a bite of leftover pizza that I had found in the fridge when I hear the doorbell ring. I stand up trying not to bend my knee too much and limp over to the front door. I open the door wide open and look at whoever is standing on our doorstep. I scream and slam the door shut, leaning against the door. Nathan!? Isnt he supposed to be at school, it's only noon. I look in the mirror next to the door (my mom had placed it there for last minute checkups) and the first thing I notice is my tear stained red cheeks and the fact that I'm still in my pajamas. I run my hand through my hair trying to smooth it down as the doorbell rings again.

"Nate, hi," I open the front door and smile at him.

"Are you okay? Have you been crying?" He asks confused yet concerned.

"I'm good, just watching a sad movie, what are you doing here?" I lean against the door frame trying to be casual in SpongeBob pajamas.

"I had a free period after lunch so I just wanted to come check on you, see how your knee is," he shrugs a little sheepish.

"Oh, thanks, you want to come in?" I ask a little shocked. He nods his head and moves his arms from behind his back showing me the bag he had hidden. "Chick-Fil-A? Is that for me?" I fucking love Chick-Fil-A!

"I bought it, in case I had to bribe you to invite me in," he chuckles walking into the house. I laugh showing him the way to the television room where my mini nest of blankets; pillows and leftover pizza is lying. I shove some of the blankets further to the side of the couch and sit on top of the pile, giving him some space to sit. He sits down next to me and hands over one of the bags taking out the drinks in their carry bag.

"White peach tea lemonade? Who told you that it's my favorite?" More like: Who did you tell that you were coming here?

"Liv gave specific instructions on your food preferences during English," he takes a bite out of his chicken burger.

"That's why she's my best friend," I gloat, shimmying on the couch while eating my burger.

"So, what are you watching?" He asks staring at the tv.

"Moulin Rouge," I mumble through another bite if the burger.

"Never seen it," he replies leaning against the back of the couch.

"What? How have you never seen this movie before? Are you joking with me?" I ask in disbelief.

"I swear, I have never seen it in my life," he defends with a laugh.

"Well then we're going back to the beginning, you need to experience the amazingness of this movie," I grab the remote and restart the movie from the beginning.


"What the fuck? That's it?" Nathan asks in disbelief, sitting up straight.

"I know right, let it out," I nod to him understanding his inner turmoil with the ending.

"That's bullshit," he grumbles leaning back onto the couch. I laugh getting up from the couch. "Where are you going?"

"I need an ice pack."

"I'll get it, no worries," he stands up quickly walking through to the kitchen, where I hear him digging through the freezer. "So how did you tear your ACL? If you don't mind me asking." He walks back into the room and hands over the ice pack. I breathe out a sigh as I lay it on my knee.

"Freshman year, the semi champs' softball game and I slid to home plate but tried to stop myself from crashing into the catcher at the same time and I just remember this agonizing pain in my left knee, I couldn't even stand up. They had to call an ambulance. I had to go for immediate surgery to fix the joint," I point to the pale white scars on my left knee, "I had crutches for 10 weeks and it took almost 8 months for me to walk without a limp. After that I just quit softball," I shrug pulling my right knee up to my chest.

"Well you never lost the talent, that's for damn sure," Nathan smiles at me and I feel my ego puff out. I mumble a 'thanks'.

"Hey, what time are you supposed to go back to school?" I ask realizing that we just watched a whole movie and he's made no move to leave.

"Responsibly? Like half an hour ago. Realistically, at three when school ends so I don't miss weight training," he chuckles. I look at the time, noticing that it is 2:45pm.

"Oh, sorry I practically forced you to watch this movie with me," I apologize not believing that he would actually want to spend time with me.

"Don't be sorry, I wanted to stay, believe it or not, you're actually fun to hang out with," he leans closer with a smirk on his face.

"I know, I'm amazing," I roll my eyes playfully. "Chase and I broke up, well technically he's the one that officially ended it but that's why Liv was talking about you kicking their ass in spring," I blurt out randomly. Why the fuck did I just say that?

"Are you okay?" Nathan asks looking at my face.

"I'm fine, we only dated for two months so it wasn't that hard to detach."

"It doesn't matter how long you dated, you could have been with someone for six years and not be in love and you could date someone else for a month and be completely in love with that person, it just depends on who it is," he explains with his hands rung together.

"Wow, that was deep," I laugh nervously, "are you like some secret love guru that claims to watch action movies but watches romantic movies by himself?"

"Nope, just my older sister, she gave me all kinds of girl advice growing up, apparently when I became a teenager, I was too much of a douchebag and my parents sent my sister to intervene," he looks sheepish thinking about his old ways.

"I have to meet this older sister, she sounds amazing! But, I mean, now you're not a douchebag, at least after you apologized to me for being a douchebag," I laugh loudly and he joins in.

"I don't think I will ever live that down," he puts his head in his hands dramatically.

"Never," I pat his back gently.

The doorbell rings and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as I get up to answer it. God, tell me its another good-looking jock with Chick-Fil-A for me. I opened the door and standing there on the doorstep was Chase, with his hands clasped behind his back. Fuck my life.

Hey everyone! So leave for my trip in the morning so I decided to post this chapter now and a new one should come on Tuesday when I get back!

I hope you all have a great weekend! Enjoy!

Sammipott xx

P.S. - Chick-Fil-A is life🙌🏼 That is all.

 - Chick-Fil-A is life🙌🏼 That is all

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