Chapter 4 :
I felt like total sh*t at the moment. Laying back with the pounding pain on my poor left ankle, slumped uncomfortably on the couch cushions, the constant changing of channels and having to take care of kids.
I felt useless really.
" Do you need a proper pamper?" Jaycee came up to me, wringing his fingers together as if cooking up an evil plan.
Which I, no doubt, believe is brewing in that twisted mind of his.
" Oh I'd rather sit this one out" crossing my arms. " Thanks anyway" I gave him a genuine smile before setting my tired gaze towards the show playing on the t.v. at the moment.
" Your no fun" he playfully pushes my shoulder, pouting as he stomped his foot in a stubborn child way.
" By the definition of fun do you mean, twisting my already hurt ankle more and possibly disjoint the thing off my leg?" I rose a brow, daring him to deny the truth.
" I was planning to do the whole avocado facial mask, with cucumber night shades over your eyes as I massaged, as much as I could, around the ankle while applying special lotion on it to lessen the pain, but you seem to deny my friendly offer so . . ." He shrugged as my mouth popped open in shock.
Was he really planning to do all those things for me?
The guilt spread upon his pretty hazel eyes, showing something I couldn't possibly think the boy was capable of feeling due to his playful manor.
" I'm trying here Mikaela" he pleaded, " I really am, I feel so bad for causing you to be in a state like . . .well . . .this" he gestured to my slouched position on the couch, trying to prove a point.
Which sadly it did.
" Look Jaycee, I hate to be a kill joy at the moment but to be honest with you, I hate when people feel pity for me when in reality I can survive on my own"
I lifted my left leg and to point at the braced ankle.
" Besides this is nothing compared to the brutal injuries I went through in the past few years"
" I mean I'm not a skater for nothing, am I right?" I grinned when I saw the playful glint come upon his boyish features at my failed attempt to lighten the mood.
" You sure are something Mikey" he patted my shoulder as he made his way to the Xbox console.
" So are you well enough to play some few racing games?" He gestured towards the box at hand.
" I'm ready to kick butt" I declared as the control was thrown at me to be caught within my anticipating grasp.
" You ready to eat my dust, Zebrese?" He challenged as the intro of the game flashed onto the HD flat screen TV.
" I'm ready to see your reaction after you eat a mouthful of my dust" my response couldn't have been more competitive at the moment.
" Bring it Mikey"
" Oh I will Ceci"
And the horn set off before the rumbling of cars erupted to take off.
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" No!"
" What! Can't take the fact you got your butt beat!"
" No! You crushed my favorite pillow with your body!"
He pushed me off the fluffy cushion underneath my back, supporting the sudden aching pain exploding in that region, but some greedy child decided to be a little pain and cause more torture to go through my injury at the sudden movement.
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Never Loved
Teen Fiction" You interest me" he scooted closer towards me. The bench creaking slightly under his weight. My cheeks flush in irritation. " And you annoy me" I shot back, pushing his chest. The feeling of suffocation overcomes me. As the tiny space left between...
