❝I think you're my favorite person.❞
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Since childhood, Lila's had her mind set on what she wants. And now in her senior year, that's getting into West Michigan State University. But her overbearing...
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"I AM SO sorry."
Chase Rhodes has been apologizing to me for the past three minutes. In those three minutes I've promptly gotten yellow goo all over my jacket, and my face has all but exploded into tiny needles of pain.
I really want to punch Chase Rhodes. Not because he accidentally threw a ball at my face, but because I hate the word "sorry" and he's been repeatedly saying my least favorite word since Coach Henderson carried me to the nurse's office.
I huff out a breath, then cringe when a sharp pain hits me like a truck. "It's fine." I say shortly. Hoping he will leave me alone.
No such luck. "I really didn't mean to," he continues, scratching the back of his light hair. Now I want to kick him too.
I don't know if he has this need to continuously annoy me, or if he's just genuinely worried, but neither of those things work in my favor.
I hesitantly sit my self up on the gurney, feeling Chase's eyes on me the entire time as I stand and step in front of the window.
"Jesus," I whisper harshly. It's like an elephant went and sat on my face. Chase cringes behind me in the reflection and before he can get a word out I turn around and punch him in the face.
It shuts him up.
That was really effective and I wish I did it earlier. But I also don't because now my hand feels like it was sat on by an elephant. Chase Rhodes' cheek bones are brutal.
He clutches a hand to his face much like I did a couple of minutes ago to mine, and slowly looks back at me.
"Did—Did you just punch me?" He asks, looking mildly horrified. I narrow my eyes at him and swiftly walk around him.
"Yes, that was called a punch—very good job," I pretend to applaud him and he just stands there, jaw looking slack. As if he can't fathom what I've just done.
I guess if I were him I wouldn't be able to either.
He frowns at me, then to my horror says, "I promise—I swear—I didn't mean to—" but he doesn't finish because I cut him off with a kick to his shin.
This one was lighter so he doesn't look as shocked, but the confused expression on his face is still priceless.
"I forgive you." I grind out, mentally begging him to go away, but of course, Chase Rhodes stays put.
He raises a brow at me, "It sure doesn't feel like it."
I laugh lightly and slightly deliriously. "Don't worry, I always punch people out of forgiveness."
