I finish the day and I head to my car with Cat. Even though she drove here she walks me to my car. I lean against my car, my head against the window. I can’t get it out of my head, the fact that Emma chose popularity over her best friends. I mean it’s not like I am not that popular, hell the most popular guy follows me around like a lost puppy, but I am not the rude, mean popular girl.
I really hope Emma doesn’t turn out to be like that. I have known her most of her life and losing her for something like this, this one freakin mistake will be hell. She has never wanted any attention or anything, but now, after what happened, she seems to be begging for it, with both the girls and guys in the popular groups.
I didn’t hear the tires screech, or the horn honk, or Cat screaming at me to move until it was too late. The car hit me and I flew across the parking lot hitting another car. I remember someone screaming at me to get up but I couldn’t move, it felt as if a truck had run over me.
I grunt as I feel hands helping me sit up. I feel my back against the cold metal of the car behind me, the one I hit after being hit by a moving car, and I yelp when I try to put my weight on my wrists and elbows. I haven’t felt this much pain in such a long time, ever since I broke my wrist 2 years ago, back in junior year when I tried skateboarding with my ex.
Yeah I know skateboarding is dangerous, but he promised to keep me safe, but when I was falling he just laughed and when he found out I broke my wrist he left me since I blamed it one him. After that it took him a week before he moved to New York with his father. His parents were divorced and he was so humiliated and lost after losing his friends that he moved in with his dad. I haven’t heard from him since.
“-listen to me,” I hear a male voice say. I look up to see the most beautiful eyes ever looking back at me. His hair falling in waves across his face, and a dimple shows when he smiles down at me.
“Huh?” I ask since I didn’t hear the first part of his small speech. His eyes sparkle when he realizes I am ok, and he smiles fully this time. His smile is like the sun, bright and beautiful. It brightens his whole face and makes him even more handsome than he already was, and was really handsome already.
“Are you ok?” He asks me, and his deep voice brings a chill down my spine. I nod and give him a small smile in return. That’s when Cat falls next to me and pulls me in for a hug. I suck in a painful breath but hug her back.
“Don’t scare me like that,” She says letting me go but just far enough so she can look at my face. I give her a small smile, and start tearing up when I see a tear fall down her cheek. I have only seen Cat cry once or twice and never in public, but seeing her cry now makes me feel like crying.
“I promise I won’t do that again,” I say laughing a little. That cracked a smile on both Cat’s and the guy’s faces. It gives me a sense of satisfaction and happiness when I am able to make others laugh and/or smile. I don’t get the chance most of the time, but when I do I feel proud of myself.
“Do you need to go to the hospital for a check up?” The guy asks me, his eyes full of concern.
“Yeah, but I’ll go with Cat,” I tell him quickly. It’s not that I don’t want to get to know him, or talk to him but I don’t know him and right now I need someone I know to be with me through this.
“Ok great, get better and I hope to see you around,” He says before giving me one last smile and heading back to his car. I keep looking his way until he turns the car around and drives away.
“Hey,” Cat says, waving her hand in front of my face, trying to get my attention. I turn to look at her. “Are we going or what?” She asks. I nod and with her help we get into the car and on the way to the hospital.