"If obsession were a person, it'd be you."
A street racer by evening, and a high-school student by day, 17 year-old Ola Sainz is forced to move to Los Angeles with her mother, where she crosses path with a typical California teenage boy.
Theo Lauder...
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"Alright, you're all patched up." The school nurse informed me as she knotted fresh dressings around my arms and bandages around the side of my face, specifically on my left cheek, where it developed a purplish mark that felt tender when I tried to slide my finger over it.
I quickly pulled my hand away when she hisses at me.
"You might infect it."
Jade, who was sitting on a bench with a concerned Skye and an unconcerned Russell, shook her head in my direction.
Frustratedly, I lay back down on the miniature hospital bed, refusing to victimize myself any longer. That bitch hadn't even done much damage, and here I was, spending the rest of my afternoon cooped up in this room.
The neck pillow bore deeper into the curves of my shoulders as I continue to overthink how Theo didn't check on me or asked — unlike our friends — if I was still alive or breathing after his psychotic leftover decided to pounce right back at me. I didn't get at least a 'thank you' instead, he let me get dragged out of there, vexed.
Did he go to help her after all I did? Thinking about her makes the hair on my skin crawl.
I swear that girl had nails like Ursula. The stinging sensation from the depths of her nails that dug into my wrists was excruciating, and for a split second, I regret not destroying her face with my bare fists.
"Bruises usually fade away in about two weeks. Over that time, it is normal for the bruise to change color, so you've got to apply healing cream or ointment to help with the swelling."
To the immediate right, there is a sink cabinet and an office desk, and at the top of which is an obscured ventilation. There was another bed directly across from where I was and another to the left of the doorway. Three portable, light oak, cupboard-style closets have been jammed against the walls wherever space allows.
I followed her movements with my eyes.
"Miss Carson, is there a way for this to heal quicker?"
She deeply exhales, turning to look at me with a sarcastic smile as if she wanted to say 'you've gotta suffer the consequences of your actions' instead, she utters, "There's nothing else I can do, so just try to take it easily next time. This could have ended badly for you," her words are buzzed when she gives Jade a side glance.
She was right. Granted, this could have led to my suspension, but I didn't want to admit it. "Still breathing fire," I quipped, my tone light and airy. The silence in the room was making me uneasy but and jumpy.
Tilting my body in a more comfortable position, the soreness causes my neck to be still.
Russell, in his usual neutral tone and expression, casually stands behind the draped curtains. He was dressed entirely in black, which should come as no surprise.
