My tik toker (Jordan Powell)

Chapter 5

Hospitals. I fucking hate hospitals. Or to be exact, being in the hospital.

The bright lights on the ceiling gives me a headache, the chairs are uncomfortable as fuck, there's always a child crying, the doctors are all extra nice and tell me to take it easy, and the cafeteria food is shit.

The only good part about it us watching the receptionist yell at someone for being impatient. Oh and also Dr. Daniel's.

He's like my father figure and usually patches me up whenever I'm not feeling well. All the girls think because he's 36 that's he's my sugar daddy. As if. I mean sure he spoils us but that's only because he used to fancy mom.

"Neva- Oh for gods sake. Again?" I look up at the hazel eyed brunette with a guilty smile and he shakes his head. "Oh my dear," He holds his arms out and I stand up, rushing over to him. "What am I going to do with you kids?'

"Ah salute sebby." (Hi) He chuckles when I wrap my arms around his waist and he squeezes me softly. "How's work doing?"

I pull away slightly to look at him and he shrugs. "L'habituel. Comment sont tes études?" (The usual. How's your studies?)

"Horrible."

He glances behind me and a smile breaks out across his face. "Vinnie! There's my favorite child!" They do that weird bro handshake and I snort.

"You hear that, H? I'm the favorite." Isabella walks up behind him and puts a hand on his shoulder, smiling sweetly at Sebastian.

"How much did he pay you to say that?" She asks. Hs shrugs and pulls out a 10 dollar bill.

"Promised another 15 if I checked his injury first." Vinnie steps forward and punches his shoulder. "Ow what the hell?"

"You broke bro code. Not cool man." Seb rolls his eyes before nodding to the receptionist and leading us into a room.

"So what's the injury this time?" He stops and turns around with an accusing look. "You didn't try to stab him again did you?"

All eyes turn towards me, causing me to frown.

"Why the hell is it always my fault?" They stare at me and I cross my arms. "Alright fuck fine. No I didn't try to...Stab him again. And that was one time!"

"What about the time he tried to say Harry styles sucks ass?" He asks me. I narrow my eyes at him and open my mouth to throw a comeback at him about how Harry is one of the greatest artists alive when Isabella cuts me off.

"Or that time when he snuck into your room and let Lucifer out?" Isabella questions. I snap my mouth shut and huff in annoyance.

"Or that time-"

"Okay! We get it. Vinnie's an idiot...And I have to control my anger." I mumble the last part to myself.

"Alright sit down you little troublemaker."

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I sigh heavily and slump down in the uncomfortable chair. Glancing down at the new cast on my shoulder, I start to hum Chase's new song. My shoulder is slightly fractured and Vinnie's nose is, unfortunately, not broken.

"Well if it isn't Ms. Hacker." I glance up in confusion until my eyes meet
Jordan's amused ones. "Hi there."

"What are you stalking me now, Powell?" I joke cheekily. His lips curl upwards as his tongue darts out to lick his lips, my eyes following the sensual action.

"Oh that looks bad." He gestures to my cast and frowns. "What happened?"

"Ah it's just Vinnie." I tell him, smiling softly at him. He hums and sits next to me. I grab my water bottle from the floor and untwist the cap with my teeth, spitting it out on my lap.

"So Vinnie..." He clears his throat before looking at me. I look at him with my head tilted back and take a huge swig. "Is he your boyfriend?"

The sudden question causes me to choke on my water, letting out the most ungodly noise. It sprays out of my mouth and onto his face. My hand quickly slaps over my mouth as I stare at him in shock.

He stares back at me with one eye closed, a scrunched up nose and a small smirk. The water slowly runs down his face and I watch the scene with horror. He raises an eyebrow and licks his lips, his hand wiping off the rest.

"You missed my mouth."

I gulp harshly, the water hitting my throat too hard and making me choke again. He let's out a low chuckle while I cough out a lung. My head starts shaking and he pats my back.

"That-" I sit up and look at him. "That's disgusting." He glances at my finger as I point it at him. "Vincent is my brother and that had to be the most disrespectful thing you've ever said to me."

"Oh he's your brother? So what you're telling me is...You're single?"

"Well yeah-"

"She's not interested man."

Our heads turn towards my protective older brother glaring at a confused looking Jordan. I groan and start rubbing the side of my head with a heavy sigh. Isabella smiles at me from behind Vinnie.

"Who the fuck are you?" Vincent asks, stepping closer as if trying to be intimidating. Jordan gives me a look before looking at the angry bull horn.

"I'm Jordan. Vincent right?" My head snaps towards him when he says his full name and he doesn't bother looking at me.

"Vincent? Only my sister can call that. Why are you talking to her?" I blink with wide eyes and shake my head in disbelief.

"Oh my god... Stop stop just..." I stand up and shake my head faster. "Stop."

"Who's this kid then Nevaeh?" He looks at me with crossed arms and I open my mouth. "And I don't wanna know his name again."

"Oh come on V he's..." I furrow my eyebrows and put my hands on my hips. "Actually," My voice goes a little higher as I start my rant. "He's none of your concern. You can't just waltz on over here like you're my father because you're not. And you're definitely not my boyfriend. Now out of those two men you've never heard me call YOU daddy have ya? No. Because you're not. So unless you have some higher power over me then I would suggest getting your blonde head out of your ass!" He opens his mouth to speak but I'm not done.

"And by the way," I don't let him speak as I hold up my pointer finger. "Jordan isn't a kid and you sure as shit may be older than me but that doesn't mean you can act like a prat. Because that's what you're being right now." I poke his chest in anger. "A prat. Walking over here like a useless git. If you don't have a reason to bother me besides some boy talking to me then I advise you to sod off!"

Silence lingers between us as they stare at me. I breathe heavy and push my hair out of my face. Isabella clears her throat and Jordan blinks before turning to her.

"She yells in British?" He asks, the same time Vinnie frowns and asks,

"You call your boyfriends daddy?"