The Bad Boy Meets His Match

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Rosalie Carter <oh lord>

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"When should she wake up again?" a male's voice asked. Oh my cheese balls, he sounds hot. The sound of the -beep-beep-beep- sound was starting get pretty fricken annoying however.

"For the twelfth time Dayton, she will wake up anytime from now until 8 weeks from now. She took a hard hit to her head and that usually slows down the recovery process." a woman's voice replied to godly-sounding masculine voice of the apparent male figure next to me.

"Is there any way to wake her up faster?" Sexy voice asked. Okay seriously! Where the hell am I? I try to open my eyes, but they seemed to be glued shut. Okay now I'm getting scared. I try and try again to open my eyes, but nothing happens. What the fuck!

Dayton Winston

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Still. Completely still. That's how Rosalie looked while she was lying in that damn hospital bed. This is all my fault that she's in here. If I just would have let her be during volleyball, we wouldn't be in this mess. Gosh I'm so stupid sometimes.

"I'm sorry Dayton,but no, there isn't anything we can do besides wait for her to make her own decisions." the nurse told me. Shit! I hate that I did this to her. I maneuver my body over to the seat next to her bed and grab her hand in mine.

"I know you probably can't hear me, but gosh, I am so sorry Rosalie. I didn't mean to hurt you, just to get back at you. I didn't mean to put you in the hospital, I promise Rose I didn't. I wish you could hear me right now. It would make this so much more better. We all know I never apologize to people, but golly Rosalie Carter, I'm apologizing to you."My voice starts to falter as I continue to the lifeless-looking girl in the hospital bed in front of me. Damn. I hate myself.

I sit in the same spot for a few more minutes just letting my mind go insane with absurd thoughts, when I felt it. A squeeze on my hand that was grasping Rosalie's. My eyes immediately jerk over to hers, seeing them start to flutter like she was trying to fly away.

"Rosalie?" I ask wondering if I would get a response. She moves her arm and then lets out a grunt-type of sound. After a few seconds of silence, she opens her eyes. Oh how I've been waiting for her to open them. She looks at me and mutters a question that completely shatters my heart.

"Who are you?"

Rosalie Carter

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Sexy voice has a sexy face.

"What do you mean 'Who are you?', it's me, Dayton." okay so sexy voice has a sexy face and name, wow.

"Um, I'm sorry. Is there something i should know about the two of us, Dayton?" I ask him

"I'm your boyfriend" he replies.

Holy Shit.