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Chapter Thirteen
If you’ve ever been to one of those award shows, you would’ve seen the commotion that was made every time a limo or some other big time car pulled up. A pandemic would erupt across the masses of raving ‘normal people’ hoping for a glimpse of a gloved hand waving, the tail of a dress or a stray strand of hair… anything from their idol. Well, walking into the hallowed halls of our high school on the arm of Shane Mason, the school’s biggest bad boy, who, claimed Alexa, made ovaries erupt with the slightest glance your way, was like that. Well, minus the one loser who would always throw up and the mini lightning storm from all the flashes.
We were late. The warning bell had sounded long before we had gotten there and now the final bell was ringing away. But the student body paid no heed and turned to look as Shane pushed open those huge double doors. And with me on his arm making him look so good that fine Monday morning, they stared. So you can’t exactly blame a girl for embracing the opportunity to flaunt her stuff- even though the strut was more of a drag-wobble-limp. So, to make up for it, I flashed a killer wink Larry Portman’s way. He begun grinning like the idiot he was and walked headfirst into the locker of his only friend.
I chuckled and Shane gave me a quizzical stare. I shrugged.
“Come on, that was funny!” I exclaimed, but Shane was not laughing. I sighed as I narrowed my eyes at him. He wasn’t looking at me anymore. His eyes darted around the hallway and his mouth was fixed in an anxious line.
“Come on,” he said, “ At the rate you’re moving I’d be blessed if I made the last ten minutes of class.”
I said a prayer and tried to suppress the urge to kick him in the midsection. Instead, I did a double take on the fact that Shane- badboy Shane- was worried about being late to class. I looked at him truly taken aback.
“What?” He turned to me and shrugged, “I have econ first period.”
My eyes widened in amazement and horror at the same time if that was even possible. You see , the only class you had to at least pretend to give two shits about if you wanted to graduate this dump- was Mr. O’Neil’s econ class. The last time the man smiled was back in ‘97, at his father’s funeral. And the last person to get a B in that man’s class also graduated in that year.
The odds were definitely not in his favor.
“Then what the hell are you still doing here?!” I quickly let go of his arm. “I can make it on my own.”
Shane did something completely unimaginable. He grabbed my arm back almost… desperately. I looked at him suspiciously.
“Do I need to define ‘on my own’ for you?” I asked, and yanked my arm away so roughly that I stumbled. Shane grabbed my waist to steady me.
“Urgh! Why the hell can’t you just accept my help?!”
“I’m not even sure why the hell you’re so desperate to help!”
“Shane!”
At the sound of that voice Shane let go of my waist and spun around so fast that you would swear we had just been caught humping or something. His move was so sudden that I’d fallen backwards and from the crack I heard as I hit the floor and pain I felt which was worse than sitting through a Justin Bieber concert, I could tell that my twisted ankle was a lot more than twisted.
“Oh my god!” came a high pitched squeal.
Tears were stinging my eyes and I could hardly distinguish the shape of the dark haired girl who bent over me.
“Sh*t, Aisha!” I heard Shane say as I felt a person kneel next to me.
“Her leg…” a voice was saying, “Is it broken?”
“No, it was just twisted. I was helping her to class. Does that hurt?”
My tightly closed eyes flew open as a hand pressed down on my foot.
“F*ck yes, you idiot!” I was yelling, amazed at his stupidity.
“Don’t touch it, you idiot!” she was saying, equally annoyed.
Shane cringed. “Sorry. “ But he wasn’t saying it to me. He was looking at her- Jules.
“What the hell are you guys waiting for. Jordan, help Shane get her to the nurse’s office.” The girl bending next to Jules nudged Jordan forward and soon I was doing that drag-wobble-limp down the hallway again to the nurse’s office.
Now, when it comes to hate, I’m not biased. I hate everyone and all things equally. But there’s a thing about hospitals, and all its variants like the puke smelling nurse’s room I was currently lying in, that I particularly had a very, very, very, almost close to nought, tolerance for. And our school nurse Mrs. Graham wasn’t helping the situation.
What ‘s the deal with nurses and shoving stuff in front of your eye and expecting you not to blink. Hello, its a reflex!
“You’re not helping yourself dear, “ she told me.
“And how exactly is you shoving a light in my eye benefiting my broken leg? No disrespect Nurse G. but the excruciating pain in my freaking foot it is making it hard to stay sane!” I exclaimed.
Her eyes shot heavenwards and I heard her mutter as she wrote, “No concussion, unfortunately.” Out loud she said, “Bare with it. It’s part of the process for the hospital. That way you won’t have to writhe in pain while waiting for the formalities to be carried out. “
I managed a fake smile. She was so freaking thoughtful, wasn’t- “Wait, did you just say hospital?” My eyes widened in horror. “O god! It’s really broken?!”
“It definitely needs an x-ray.”
About an hour later I was in the hospital making a bargain with God. “Okay, I know that the last time I said some pretty meaningless stuff and made some promises that I was never going to keep. And I know that I got Darren’s video games confiscated and that I ruined my driver’s ed teacher’s car. And I know that I stole Alexa’s kit kat’s and I know that I’ve been tormenting Shane on Wattpad, but hey the sucker asked for it. Besides its not my fault that he was born of a witch- But anyway, I would really like to swim and play this season and I can’t do that if my foot’s broken.
“So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, karma’s a bitch, but please don’t let her be a bitch to me. Just this once. I’m really trying to be a nice person. I endured that whole doctor’s session without once telling that guy that he like really needed a shower-”
“Gee. How observant Ms. Pierce.”
My eyes flew open and I nearly rolled off the bed as I saw the doctor standing over me. “Sh*t! How much of that did you hear?”
He moved around the bed with an envelope in his hand. “Enough to know that there was no one in the bible named Mary J. Blige.”
I chuckled slightly. “I’m not exactly religious. But I’m not an atheist neither. I believe, really I do!”
“Ms. Pierce, you sprained your ankle recently, right?”
“On Saturday.”
“Yet you went to school today.”
“You don’t know my parents. They even sent a chauffeur to make sure I went. “ The same guy who was responsible for me spraining my foot in the first place. And now that I was thinking about it, it was his fault I was in this hospital room with Dr. McSmelly! He’d been insisting on being my crutches but then he’d just dropped me as soon as that Jules chick showed up! What the hell was his deal with her anyway?!
My little head rant came to a dramatic pause as soon as I heard Dr. McSmelly say the one dreaded word- ’cast’. And soon I was glaring at the white cage around my ankle as I waited for my dad to pick me up from the hospital.
I was concentrating so hard thinking about the different methods of torture I was going to use on the idiot Shane that I didn’t even hear my name being called until a hand tapped me from behind.
“What?!” I turned around so sharply that the old guy jumped back startled and threw his hands up in the air. He was quivering and his eyes darted down to his dentures and back to my face and he pointed to receptionist desk.
“Oh,” I said, softening my glare. “But dude, you should keep that in your mouth. That’s just nasty.” I grabbed my crutches and hobbled over to the front desk to check out of there. Hopefully, if I ever had to come back it would be to put Shane in a body bag.
“Alicia, you look terrible!”
I deadpanned. Don’t tell me that is who I think it is.
“When your dad called me I rushed right over,” Bethany said with that stupid look of pity on her face.
Somebody, shoot me.
~ U P D A T E ~ 11/07/14
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