"You asshole!"

The voice echoed around the tiny room waking me up from the nap that the nurse insisted that I took.

The whole fight was still prominent in my mind, including the way I crushed my hand.

After arriving at the nurse's office Layla answered all the questions that the nurse threw at her while I just vomited my guts out in the corner of the room.

It was a surprise that I didn't pass out from the pain that took over my entire arm.

Sitting in that corner made me feel alone which brought the storm that came crashing down on me. I wasn't in my stable ground, making me overthink everything. Every word that was thrown between Marisa and Cris.

Cris wasn't around me to stop it.

"Hey! I didn't do anything to her! She broke her hand and now she is vomiting. How is that my fault?" Another echo in the form of Cris pure voice erupted through the room, making me aware of the present.

"She better not be pregnant. I will castrate you!" Dylan's voice was heard right after Cris's.

The anger that Dylan emitted made everything ten times worse. My head pounded with every word that was said between them.

"I'm a virgin" I whispered opening my eyes to see the bright lights of the room.

"I haven't slept with her!"

They kept going, not hearing me wake up.

"Bullshit!" Dylan yelled again.

This has to stop right now.

"I'm a virgin," I said again trying to sit upon the green mint nurse mattress but my head felt like it was spinning around, forcing me to lay down again.

"She broke her fucking hand. She snapped it in two!" That's was obvious.

My hand was wrapped around with two to three bandages that kept me from moving my fingers and was also in one of those hanger things to keep my arm in the right position until I go to the actual hospital.

"She is fucking vomiting!"

Dylan could be somewhat stupid with these sorts of things... or anything actually. Except when it comes to girls. He becomes a sexists genius. Which is nothing to be proud of nor to be contented of.

"Shut up!" I yelled at both of them once I had enough if every word that Dylan was spewing out. 

"Truth?" Dylan whispered rushing his way towards me, completely forgetting about the fight. Followed by Chris which seems to relax a bit once he saw me.

"Hey, you're up," Cris said with a clam yet very peaceful and angelic voice.

"I'm a virgin, now stop yelling," I said trying to get up again, seeing my struggle Chris pushed Dylan out of the way and held my left good hand, bringing me to a sitting position with no significant effort. 

"You better be a fucking virgin," Dylan said with a scold in his face and his arms crossed over his chest, looking at Cris with a glare.

"Where's Layla?" I asked looking around the room and seeing no sign of her.

I knew she stayed with me all this time. I even insisted that she could go back to class once the nurse told her I needed to rest. She didn't want to leave me alone in case something else happened. 

"She left fifteen minutes ago or so to eat."

At least she knew what was best for her. She acted like my mother. I love her to death and back but I'm too much of a burden as a daughter.

Hell! Look at what I've gotten myself in with Conner. 

I'm literally acting like his girlfriend. Acting! 

I do all this sort of thing with him. I kiss him, I flirt with him, I dress up for him, I call him baby. I get jealous of a blonde nice bimbos.

I know we aren't anything. I know he might not like me that way and yet here I am giving it my all.

I don't want to stop though. I promised myself that I would make it special. So what if he said no? So what if he doesn't feel the same?

I am not the same Truth. I will not hide my feelings anymore. I will tell him. I just need a little more time. I guess to be with him before he says no and starts to ignore me completely.

"Damn, turn off the lights," I said bringing myself back to the present with the help of the intense light that was staring straight at me causing me to have waves of fierce headaches.

"Stop being stupid, get up I want to eat," I saw Dylan roll his eyes at my actions. His impatiences tells me that mom forced him to be here. He could be a damn selfish asshole at times like this.

I forced myself not to scream at him or do something stupid like beating him up in the nurse office with a broken hand. I'll wait to get home for that.

I looked at Cris who was already looking at me. I still don't know how to feel about his conversation with Marisa or about Marisa in all. He might feel or think the same way Marisa does and that might be the worst realization I could think of right now, in my condition.

The panic started to sink in. He might think I'm a selfish heartless bitch. Maybe that's why he keeps telling me its fake. 

I entered in panic thinking that maybe it was not a good idea to actually confess my feelings to him. The pain came rushing back, the intense headache not helping with the situation.

Feeling the acid liquid rushing up to my throat, I extended my arm to the trash can that was at the bottom of the uncomfortable bed. "Grab th-" 

Cris quickly realized what was about to happen and grabbed the can, placing it in front of me as I thew up in it. 

Having nothing to eat since the breakfast that I clearly threw up the acid in my empty stomach.

"Fuck that hurts," I whispered out of breath and with my eyes all blurred up from the unshed tears. I really hate throwing up.

"I'm getting you home. Mom bought pizza when she got out of work and I'm fucking hungry," Dylan whined not seeing the importance or the severity of the situation.

"Dumbass, " Chris mumbled glaring at my brother.

"Wait for me here. I'm going to get our things from our lockers, " Dylan said rushing out of the nurse office.

Neverminding him and his incompetence, I felt a shiver ran through my whole body as the air hit my skin.

Cris jacket was draped over me, providing me warmth. Even though the jacket was huge against my tiny frame it still didn't cover part of my legs, causing guspumps to appear.

"When I left you at gym class you seemed fine." Conner finally broke the silence in the office after a minute or two of complete tense up silence

"Yes well, things change, don't they?" I said with attitude not knowing how to act around him after hearing his fight with Marisa. I still don't know if I should take it as a good thing or as a bad thing and right now I might not be in the right set of mind to decided or to fight.

I show him the broken purple hand wrapped in the bandages. Annoyed by the lights, the smell of hand sanitizer, and by him. "What do you think?" I finally said in a bad mood.

"For the look of that container, yes it does," He said in a disgusted face while trying to lighten the mood around the room. 

I sighed loudly. I took the jacket off my lap and pushed it against Cris's chest with force, forcing him back to make space and trying to get up from the undeniably uncomfortable bed.

"Hey! No, don't get up." Cris said letting the jacket fell to the floor and rushing towards me holding me in place. I heard every single word that came out of his mouth as a scream.

"Shut the fuck up! Stop screaming!" I screamed back at him feeling bad instantly.

"I'm not screaming," he said looking confused

"Then talk lower," I said whispering towards him while rolling my eyes at him finally standing in my own two feet without his help.

"You in a bad mood," he stated shoving his hands in his pockets 

"No shit Sherlock. I had to fucking smile to be intimidating and I got a broken hand as payback. And you didn't kiss me, you terrible jerk face," I said vomiting nonsense and everything that I've been thing since Layla walked me here.

He didn't kiss me. Like, why?

"Can we not talk about Marisa?" He said knowing what was coming next if we kept talking about this.

"Why the fuck not?" I asked annoyed. I don't really know what was wrong with me or why was I acting this way.

"Because we fight when her name is mentioned." Don't I know that bebe?

"You don't want to fight with me now? But it's our thing!" I whined feeling weird yet fine at the same time.

"Truth, you're acting like you are on your period." That's not a good thing to say to a girl yet he was soo right.

"First, no kiss. Now, no fighting. Great! Just. Fucking. Great," I said ignoring him.

"Miss Santana please stop cursing in my office," The nurse said appearing by the side of the door.

"I broke my fucking hand. I have the right to curse," I said annoyed by her command and the whole situation

"Keep it down, Miss Santana," She said rolling her eyes.

"What's wrong with her?" Chris asked turning around to look at the nurse

"There's nothing wrong with me," I said placing my hand on my hips in a sassy way.

"After talking with the mother about medications and allergies. I gave her some medicine to release her from the pain in her hand that was causing her to vomit. It also makes her a bit drowsy. I suggest you take her to the hospital for more examination and treatment. That hand is definitely broken but we don't have the equipment nor the remedy for it to get better." 

That might explain why I was acting so weird.

"You know what Cris? I do want to talk about Marisa, too bad that you don't so you are just going to hear it," I started saying and pointing my finger at his back, "Marisa? Seriously? You seemed so chill and smiley with her. The fuck are you thinking. You promised me something. No boys, no girls!" I said without looking at him and started walking around the cramped up office. The nurse just rolled her eyes at me and left the room saying she needed to grab some pack of ice for my numb hand.  

"Truth, Marisa is just a friend, drop it," Cris said turning around to face me again.

"Good to know," I said uninterested in what he was actually saying and poped myself back again unto the bed.

"You don't get to be mad at me for being friend with Marisa," He might be right and yet I got my hand squashed because of it. I GET to be mad about everything. 

"No, I don't. I get to be mad at myself for fucking trusting you," I said thinking about why we are here in the first place. Maybe it was my fault. Maybe not.

"So, what? I didn't tell you? And? You don't have to know every single thing about my life."

He was right about that part but this is Marisa we were talking about.

"I don't want to talk about this anymore. This is a bad fight. The fight where I end the deal but I made a promise so let just stop now." I replayed crossing my hand over my chest.

"Truth," He said sighting and giving up on this fight.

"Stop saying my name when you are not going to kiss me. If you don't kiss me then don't speaking to me. You left without kissing me now I have a broken hand!" 

I really want a kiss from him and I really don't care about how I get it.

"T, but what about the question?" He said grabbing my hand while rolling his eyes at my actions and whining.

"Did you kiss me?" I asked raising my eyebrows at him.

"Your brother is going to enter any second," He said looking over his shoulder at the closed door.

Dylan probably got lost in a girls mouth in the middle of the hallway. It would literally be no surprise coming from him.

But that's clearly not the point. The point is that I'm mad, I'm fucking pissed and all I want to do now is taste those delicious lips of his.

"I didn't see the action," I said raising my eyebrows to make a point.

"You are being immature." He whispered rolling his eyes at me.

Yes, he might be right, and yet I still don't care. I'm being immature sue me for letting loose.

Don't do drugs kids! Also, don't try to break a bone.

"Nop I didn't feel it and I still have a broken hand." I replayed frowning and shaking my head sideways while adding a sarcastic smile.

With that's said in a second he parted my legs and grabbed my waist, pulling me towards him and smashing his lips unto mine.

The feeling was a bliss. The familiar fireworks found their way to my stomach.

As he pressed his lips harder bringing closer to me he nibbled on my bottom lip asking for permission to enter which I heartily granted him without a second thought.

Tasting him in my mouth made this instance and the almost begging totally worth it.

I could help the smirk that graced my lips as he pulled away slightly away from me.

"Was that so hard," I said once I opened my eyes. I was looking straight into his and I could see the satisfaction and pleasure but I could also see the annoyance my question provided.

He shook his head, resting his forehead on mine, while still looking into my eyes.

"Then why didn't do it sooner?" I whispered caught in his beautiful ocean cold eyes.

"Because you not yourself right now," He responded satisfying his posture up with a small smile on his face.

"I meant in front of Marisa. You didn't kiss me and I got my hand squashed because of it."

I wrapped my hand loosely around his waist making stay in between my thighs. I throw at him my best puppy dog eyes, shoeing how much it really did affect me.

"You pushed me," He said pushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"If you had kissed me then she would've just shut up and I wouldn't have stayed behind to listen. I would've been perfectly normal," Not caring if I just threw myself under the bus.

"You heard," The smirk appeared on his tempting lips. His ego just high rocketed.

Great.

"Now I have to go to the hospital and get a cast. I will look fucking ugly with my hand in a cast," I added not minding the smug look on his face nor the confident vibe oozing out of him.

"You won't look ugly in a cast my little eavesdropper," he laughed at my statements while shaking his head, wrapping his arms around me securing me in the safety of his warmth.

"And then she has the decency to call me fake, " I said while pouting and shoving my face deeper into his chest. The smell of his scent calmed me instantly, making me forget about the slight headache.

"You where acting weir-"

"Shut up," I quickly said not letting him finish the sentence.

I wouldn't have to act happy and weird of you wouldn't just smile while she talked to you.

"Now can I ask?" I could practically feel him rolling his eyes at my action yet I decided to ignore it.

"Ask what?" I asked forgetting for a moment the plan I spent hours working on.

"What about the 'girlfriend' question?" He asked again being more specific.

"I'm just going to tell the girl you asked me to be your girlfriend and you tell the boy." I knew it was too late for him to perform the proposal today so for now, I will just shrug and don't mind it.

"I want to make it big." He whispered letting me go, stepping out of the spot, and sitting next to me on the bed.

Have I already said that this bed is very fucking uncomfortable?

"You are going to announce it to the boys. Why would you want to make it big? What are you going to do? Throw a 'First Girlfriend Surprise Party'?" I said sarcastically rolling my eyes at the idea. It's something that he would do.

"That not a bad idea," He said nodding his head rapidly.

Told ya'.

"Those doesn't exist." I made it very clear to him. Save him the embarrassment.

"But it will be a great party though."

Of course, it would be great. Our generation are a bunch of alcoholics slutty pigs.

"No more parties for me," I said remembering the first and hopefully last party I attended.

I mean I gave a lap dance!
I gave a lap dance!

I rested my head on his shoulder and used my hair as a curtain to hide my blush from him.

"I meant... The school. I want to ask you in front of the school."  He said looking at me and removing all my hair from my face.

"Okay, then I guess whenever you feel like doing it just pop it, caught me by surprise, and make it special."

My butterflies fluttered all over my stomach. I would prefer it if I didn't know about it at all. I would prefer it to be real.

I guess this is the next best thing.

"I will. Don't worry leave it all to me. I won't disappoint you, babe, " he said caressing my head while we sat here waiting for my brother to return.

I guess the plan is to go to my house, eat the delicious pizza and rush to the hospital. I am A'okay with that.

Baby girl is hungry!

Ugh! You're disgusting Truth.

You fucking love it!

"About that party..." Cris interrupt the silence

"I am not going," I said in a bored yet final tone.

"One day I will drag you out to a party,  one day," he declared

"Yeah sure let's see about that, daddy," I said. My voice laced with deep sarcasm yet teasing him at the same time.

Let's see how much he can truly hold before he has me pinned down with my ass up.

"Trut-" Chris started in a rigorous tone but was interrupted by my brother's screams.

"THAT'S DISGUSTING! No! No, I can't get that out of my head! My ears!" Dylan kept yelling looking down at the floor with his eyes wide open while covering his ear with his hand.

Well...he will be traumatized.

"Shut up," I said to make him stop screaming but just kept going.

"Stop yelling you dumbass! He will be my boyfriend soon meaning there will be some change of rules!"

As soon as I said that he stopped everything to look at me with a glare.

"No change of rules! I will talk with you later. There will be no changing of rules." He started pointing his finger at Cris and me to make everything clearer.

"Yes, there will be. He is allowed to kiss me in front of you." I said getting up for the bed with Cris right behind me making sure I was okay.

He can be such a sweetheart... sometimes.

"No! I will not be witnessing all of your crapy kissing and hugging and touching and 'daddy' calling."

By the end of that sentence, he look like he was going to barf at any second.

"I've witness worse from you, suck it up." I rolled my eyes at his dramatic self. It was the truth. Knowing and actually seeing where my brother sticks his dick is nastier than him hearing me call Cris daddy.

"He is going to spend more time with me," I added standing in front of my brother with my arm crossed over my chest.

"Bro time is a no-no, " he instantly replay forgetting about his dramatic state.

"Every time he is at the house you take him for yourself, I never get to see him outside of school other than in the mornings. I demand to get more time with him."

"I'm here. I'm not a toy. I can decide on my own," Cris said in an annoyed voice from behind me.

"Shut up" Dylan and I said at the same time without even glancing at him.

"No! No, shut up. Stop fighting over me. There will be no more rules!" He said stepping forward making his own claim over himself.

We both looked over at him at the same time.

"Truth let's go. Will decide about the rules in the car." Dylan finally said ignoring Conner's protests.

"She's leaving with me. I'm going to drive her to my house and then drive her car to yours." Cris said, forgetting about the rules, knowing neither of us would listen to him.

"But I'm hungry," I whined, hearing my own stomach riot inside of me.

"And you will get your food." He said nodding his head and looking at me straight in the eyes.

"Not if Dylan gets there first."

"Don't worry, I'll take you out to eat anywhere you like."

He can be so persuasive with those amazing eyes.

"Promise?" I asked forming my puppy eyes. I can say that these drugs that are running inside my vains are killing it.

"Promise," he whispered kissing my forehead and interlacing out hands.

"Fine. Dylan take my things I'm going to be riding with Cris," I said suddenly in a great mood.

My brother, obviously roll his eyes at us and scuffed at our exchange.

"She is going to be riding me, " Conner said in my ear yet loud enough for Dylan to hear.

"You fucking dumbass, that's my pathetic sister!" Dylan screamed in horror at Cris words.

"Disgusting assholes," I whispered to both of them while Dylan started to scream at each Cristian again about the rule of 'no sex at all'.

"Okay stop!" I said rolling my eyes.

"Whatever" Dylan huffed again in annoyance and headed out of the office "...see you at the hospital whale".

"Let's go, babe." Cris finally said with a huge victory smirk on his face. He dragged my outside to the parking lot where his ride was and opened the door for me.

"My hand is starting to hurt." I said inside the car when my hand started to feel heavy.

"I know, we will leave my car and take yours, and I'll take you to the hospital. Then we can go wherever you like." He said grabbing my thigh and caressing it.

Pantie drop!

Don't mind if I do

"Would you like for me to take my panties off, daddy?" I said in a seductive way. I swear it's the drugs! I no lie!

But I really want him to touch me.

"Trut-" he looks at me side ways with wide eyes in shock. I could see that what I said affected Cris Jr.

"Kiss" I interrupted him while taking my skirt and rising it up in a sensual way.

"I'm driving and no stop, stop" he said in a panic, taking my good hand and stopping my action mid way.

"You don't want me daddy? You don't want me to ride you?"

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