Call me stupid, call me reckless, whatever you'd like, but first, call me Trouble.
I jumped in front of a car today.
Ok, I didn't actually jump in front of a car, but I pushed someone out of the way. Surprise surprise, standing in front of a car is dangerous.
I'm glad it was me, though.
A few hours later, waking up in the hospital room, I wasn't expecting to wake up to the boy I had saved.
Or his apologies.
One thing leads to another, and suddenly I've met all his friends. Great, right? I thought so too.
But these boys just seem to attract trouble...
Or it could just be me.