𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

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BROOK
~Powerful by Major Lazer & Ellie Goulding

I was up early because I could hardly sleep. I was too excited about the surgery Layton was about to do. Although I'm not the one that's gonna lay on the table. I'm just scared of something going wrong.

My parents are already in the waiting room in the hospital. I was here a little early to accompany Layton into surgery. More specifically, to the door. Then I had to wait outside.

It was a bit overwhelming, with the feeling when you don't know what's going to happen. Whether something goes wrong like with Selina or everything goes great. "I'm going out for a moment," I informed my parents and left the hospital to get some fresh air.

I just need it right now. I then took out my phone and called Logan. I put my free hand under my other. Walking in circles and looked at my black shoes. I kicked the little black rock away when Logan accepted the call.

"Hey." My face wasn't serious anymore and was instantly decorated with a smile. "Hey. I'm not disturbing you, am I?"

"No, not at all. What's up." I kept kicking the rock and walking after it. "I'm in the hospital right now. Layton is having a surgery and I can't sit there like that, so I thought I'd call and see what you're doing." my hand went into my jacket pocket.

"Why did not you say anything? Should I come?" I heard a slight rush in Logan's deep voice. "No, just make me think about something different." it sounded like Logan was going to do something while he was on the phone with me. But I still heard him well.

"The boys and I are going to a party to celebrate the win." they deserved it. "With Coach?" "Of course not. He would let us run laps just to squeeze the alcohol out of our bodies." Yes, it sounds like him.

"But only the team, right?" "Why? Don't you want other girls to be there?" I hate that he asks this question. My question is aimed at this, but I really didn't want to draw attention to the topic. "Why should I care? Do what you want." But actually, I want exactly the opposite.

I hate that I said it now. Why does it have to be like this? And why does that bother me so much? We're not even together. "So you're not jealous." "Not at all." I denied the truth. Again. "Okay. Good. But if you wanna know, it's just the team." I could breathe out the stress for a moment.

"Yes, I don't care." "Yes, of course, you don't." I heard the little giggles on the other side of the phone. "Brook the boys call me, I have to go. Good luck with the surgery." "Thanks, don't overdo it with the drinking or Coach will kill you." Logan laughed again and said goodbye to me.

I took the phone from my ear and used my thumb and pinky to trace my eyebrows. That's not funny anymore. I act like the girls from Logan. Jealous? What kind of shit is that?

God, come on, Brook. I went back to the hospital, where I spent the next 6 hours until Layton woke up. When he was in his bed and I was waiting for him to wake up from his anesthesia, I watched the film Cars.