One Of The Guys

Chapter 27

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*******Taylor's POV*******

I wait only an hour before he wakes up again.

"Hey." I say softly.

"Hey." He says, smiling at me.

"You feeling any better?" I ask, smiling back.

"Actually, yeah. I want to go home soon. Like now." He laughs.

"Same. But I don't know how you'll get upstairs and downstairs and to school." I say, starting to get worried.

"Why? I'm just a little banged up." He says, smiling again.

"No, you're not. You have a broken leg and 3 broken ribs. That's more than 'a little' to me." I say, angrily.

"Hey, Taylor. Calm down. I'm fine, really. I'll try to get into college on an academic scholarship. It's gonna be okay." He says, trying to calm me down. I take a deep breath, then I smile.

"Oh, I know. It's gonna be wayyyyy more than fine. We're going to Stanford!!!" I exclaim.

"Oh my God. Wait. How? Both of us?" He asks.

"A scout gave me a ride here. And he said he was willing to give both of us a full scholarship. And I can play football. And you can once you're healed again." I yell. Three nurses come running.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?" One asks. His nurse, Alexis, narrows her eyes at me.

"She should leave. She's disrupting his recovery." She says, glaring at me.

"No. Fuck off, Alexis. Taylor is my girlfriend and best friend. So if anyone should leave, its you. Plus, you keep hitting on me." Jake says, glaring at Alexis.

"Well, I never." The older nurse says.

"Alexis. You will be transferred to a different room since YOU'RE disturbing his hospital stay." Says the nurse who first spoke.

"Now is everything okay?" The older one asks after Alexis stalks out.

"Yep." Jake and I both say. Then we smile at each other.

Then I blush, realizing that the nurses are staring at us with sappy looks on their faces.

l"When can he come home?" I ask. "Hmmm. Maybe tomorrow. IF he's doing a lot better. He was unconscious for a while, so we have to make sure everything's okay." The younger one says.

"Okay. Thanks." I say.

She nods and then they both leave.

"Taylor." Jake says.

"Yes?" I reply.

"Come here." He commands. I kneel by his bed and take his hand.

"Closer." He whispers. I laugh and touch my head to his.

"I love you." I whisper.

"I love you more." He replies. Then he kisses me, gently at first. But then it becomes more frantic, like its not enough. We need more. I pull away for a minute and rest my forehead on his.

"You wouldn't have stopped if we were at home, would you?" He asks.

"No. Definitely not. I never would've stopped." I say, shaking my head frantically. He laughs.