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50-A Toddler On Crack

His hot breaths send a shiver up my spine as he speaks in a low husky whisper, my whole body trembling in anticipation. "I'm so glad you're awake, green eyes. You have no idea how much you mean to me."

My breath catches in my throat as he leans further down to close the short distance between our lips. As usual, they're plump and pink and every time I look at them they become more and more inviting, convincing me to close the gap faster.

"Ah, Miss Kelly, glad to see you're awake," a loud voice chirps seconds before our lips meet, shattering the bubble of perfection Wyatt and I had created. Fucking hell, not again.

Wyatt jumps away from me so quickly that I'm surprised he doesn't fall backward. I stifle a laugh at his panicked expression as we both turn to face the kind looking doctor, oblivious to what she had just interrupted.

~*~*~

Almost an entire week passed before I was finally discharged from the hospital and I was feeling so much better. I was going to be stuck with my right arm in a cast for around six weeks but other than that I was practically as good as new.

So many people had come to visit me while I was stuck there, bored out of my mind.

Wyatt was there every day and Max came a lot as well. Mum had come basically every day with the twins and brought me a new sugary concoction each time without fail which I definitely wasn't complaining about.

Jordan, Chase, Oliver and Rebekah came and chatted for a while, telling me about all that I had missed in school — the amount of catch up work I have to do is utterly ridiculous if I'm honest.

Jess visited a couple times and I laughed every time she did. That redhead is so crazy and had so many interesting yet stupid stories about what she'd been up to.

Mason had stopped by a few times, chastising me about how stupid I was but in a way that just made me smile. Apparently, visiting me was the first time he'd left his home in weeks other than for school and this warmed my heart to hear.

I can't put into words how angry I am at Ava for what she did. Hurting me is one thing but destroying Mason is completely another. What's even worse is that she didn't bother to visit, not once.

Yes, we may not have spoken in a while but if roles were reversed I still would've come by to show I cared, it hurt a lot if I'm honest. Even James stopped by, he didn't speak to me in person because I think he knew that that'd be too much for me at the moment but he left me a bouquet of roses — my favourite flower — and some chocolates.

Ava couldn't even do that. Some best friend she turned out to be.

Ignoring all of that, it's my first day at school in about a month and to say I'm terrified is the understatement of the year. Last time most of these people saw me I was acting like a crazy person who'd lost all purpose in life — to be fair that's kind of true but I still don't need anyone speculating about it.

Max is taking me to school because none of us are really on speaking terms with Ava at the moment and as if on cue I hear his car horn from outside. I bid farewell to mum and the twins — they have some reading challenge thing or something so aren't going into school today, lucky shits.

"Hey Maxi," I greet as I hop into Max's gleaming red Ferrari (yep, the boy is loaded) and close the door softly behind me with my good arm.

He rolls his eyes at me and groans. "Come on, Ari, I thought we were passed this stupid nickname," he pouts, jutting out his lower lip.

"Never," I grin as he begins the drive to hell, shaking his head in amusement.

When we reach school, I hop out of Max's car, stumbling slightly because I tried closing the door with my bad arm, typical. Everyone turns when they see me, looks of pity, curiosity and judgement passing across their faces. I try my best to ignore them but I can't help the light pink colour that rises to my cheeks.

I sigh as I walk into school with Max, doing my best to avoid all their stares. I hate this. One month ago I wouldn't cower at the intrusive looks of those around me. I would match their stares with equal vigour and intimidate them instead.

People didn't mess with me, they minded their own business and left me alone. I miss that. Not in the sense that I want to do all of that stupid shit again but the peace was amazing.

Maybe I should take a leaf out of my own book. Even if I don't intimidate them I could at least ignore them all and hold my head up high. That was the reason all of this started and I'll be damned if I don't learn from my mistakes and follow through with my plans.

With this thought in mind, I lift my head up and walk to class with a new found confidence and a spring in my step, completely ignoring the looks of everyone around me. I've no reason to care about what they think. At the end of the day, they're strangers whose opinions don't affect me.

~*~*~

The gossip and stares didn't die down as the day progressed. It got to the point where people were openly gawking when I walked past so, me being the mature person I am, did the only logical thing I could think of: I flipped them the bird and carried on walking with a confident smirk.

Not giving a shit felt amazing and I can understand why Wyatt was adamant on me doing this, it's self-liberation.

Speaking of the devil, he's dropping me home today because Max has practice so at four o'clock I meet him by his car only to see a shit-eating grin on his face.

"What's put you in such a chipper mood?" I ask, sliding into the passenger seat.

His grin turns into his trademark smirk as he starts the engine, leaving this nightmarish place behind. "Nothing," he says with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that ignites a curious fire in me.

"Wyatt, come on," I groan in fake annoyance as he stops at a red light, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the plush leather steering wheel.

He rolls his eyes dramatically, revving the engine as the light turns green, speeding much too fast like he usually does when he drives. I swear that this boy has no idea what a speed limit is. I subtly grip the sides of my seat as he replies. "Well, a little birdie may have told me that you have decided not to give a shit about everyone else's opinion and that you even flipped off the people who have been staring at you. You're finally growing some balls, green eyes."

I huff out a sigh of fake annoyance but the smile on my face at the showing of his pride is plain as day. "Yeah. Not caring and being an asshole is pretty addictive, I can see why you do it," I grin, smirking due to my backhanded compliment.

"You wound me, green eyes, truly but I'll let that one slide because you're injured," he comments, missing the turning for my house because he's driving like a toddler on crack.

"Slow down there, Mr. Fast-and-Furious, you were going so fast that you accidentally missed my house."

That glint in his eyes from earlier is back as he carries on in the same direction, choosing not to turn around despite what I've said. "On the contrary, green eyes, that wasn't an accident. Buckle up, I've got a surprise planned for us."

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