cant catch a break (jbff)

chapter 19

As Justin spoke those words, I felt one part of me jump up in joy, screaming and throwing myself on the floor, giggling and writhing in excitement. The other half was bone-crushingly painful, dissapointment, and grief. I stared up into his eyes, then looked away, not sure how to respond to that.

Fuck, how DO I respond to that?!

I looked up at Justin. I wanted to like him, I really did, but yet again, ever since I met this guy, I can't catch a break. I never could. And somewhere, deep inside me, I knew that dating him would just cause me more shitty drama and heartbreak. 

"Justin, I'm still extremely pissed at you." I said, looking away.

He sighed, runninng a hand through his hair. He looked at me, but I refused to look back.

"Crystal, look around." He suddenly said harshly. I snapped my head to him.

"What?" I asked incredously. Arguing suddenly made me feel more alive. Maybe I should join a debate team. Ehh, probably would get kicked out from beating up some bitch who annoyed me. Maybe I need to take anger management classes..maybe I- Ah fuck! Focus Crystal!

"-That I'm the only here." Justin hissed. I looked around nervously. I didn't hear a word he just said. I kinda blocked him out with my extremely stupid ideas. Deciding to find a safe comeback, I narrowed my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked, folding my arms, sitting up fully now. I ignored the wrinkling of the hospital gown I was wearing.

"Who helped you Crystal? Who yelled at those girls? Who came to your aid? It was all me. I did it. A few people came to visit you in the hospital, but guess what? I stayed. You just don't want to accept the fact that I'm the only one here!" He argued, throwing his hands in the air, standing, and paced the room, back and forth, running his hand through his hair, yet again. I mentally noted that he does that when he is either frustrated or trying to find something to say.

I looked down at my hands, realizing half of what he said was right.

Half.

My head snapped up at him, who was still pacing.

"Who spread rumors about me? Who made up shit? Who acts fake in front of a college I attend? Who acts like an utter douchebag around people, but is a total different person when they are alone? Who just wants to get in a girls pants, then ditch her?!" I barked back, throwing my hands up for emphasis. 

Bad idea. Pain shot through my rib cage, and I winced, doubling over, and clutching my injured area. 

"Crystal? Are you okay? Ah shit!" Justin rushed out, quickly shifting to the side of my bed, pressing the nurse calling button. I stayed still, refusing to move. Pain. I fucking hate pain. Fuck you, pain. 

The same two nurses rushed in, pushing Justin out of the way, moving to either side of my bed.

"Her medication is wearing off." Nurse 1 said. 

"Give her more?" Nurse 2 asked. Yes please.

"She might pass out from the strength." Nurse 1 said.

 I slowly lifted my head up more, looking at Nurse 1. I want that now. Now bitch. Fill me up.

I felt Justin's eyes bore into my back as liquid was put into my veins. I take it I get more. Thank you Jesus!

The nurses left, telling Justin to call them again if I was hurting again. Justin murmured an unheard response, and the ladies left.

"You okay Crystal? Sweetheart?" Justin asked frantically. My entire body stiffened as he said that.

Sweetheart? What? Since when was I a sweetheart? His sweetheart?