When two worlds collide at midnight in the empty halls of New Jersey Private Hospital, Jack and Parker learn that no matter what, the heart wants what it wants.
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"BITCH! TELL ME EVERYTHING!" OLIVE SHOUTS, waking me at half past eight in the morning, which is basically a crime, but I could never really say no to Olive. Either way, I throw my quilt over my head with a loud groan, and earn myself a screech from the girl before me. "Parker Grace, you cannot expect me to let you, what? Sleep? At a time like this?"
She yanks the covers off my face, shoving the screen of her phone at me. "Is this text a joke? Are you joking?"
I read the text I'd sent her through squinted eyes.
From: P I think Jack Hughes just fell asleep to the sound of me reading him poetry.
Flopping back on my pillow, I smile lazily. "No, it's real."
"You can't be fucking serious, bitch!" She whisper shouts, throwing herself on my bed. "Jack Hughes as in hockey fucking heartthrob Jack Hughes?"
I raise a single eyebrow in her direction. "If that's what we're calling him."
"Where the heck did you even meet him?" She stresses, jumping back up from my bed and pacing my room like this is the most detrimental thing to ever happen to her. I love Olive, but she's a sucker for theatrics, and she loved to be dramatic. She'd be a great actress in another life.
I pull myself up into a sitting position, right as breakfast gets delivered my door from Carlos, the housekeeping guy. I smile at him as he enters my room. "Morning, Carlos! Please tell me there's bacon in there?"
Shaking his head with a bright smile, he places my food down on my side table. "I even saved you the crispy kind."
"Ugh!" I groan happily. "I don't deserve you in my life."
"You're right," he winks, pretending to flick his hair, something I'd taught him, despite him being a middle aged Cuban man. "But you do deserve this bacon. Eat it while it's hot!"
Olive frowned at me once Carlos had left, scoffing. "How are you so damn lucky?"
I'm back to raising a single eyebrow at her.
"You get crispy bacon for breakfast, I got the oatmeal," she whines with a pout. "Not to mention, Jack freaking Hughes!"
"Yes," I deadpan. "I too would consider myself extremely lucky."
Note the sarcasm.
"What's he like?" She grins, definitely not picking up on my lack of enthusiasm, and my need to not talk about this topic, mostly because of the way my heart started beating out of my chest every time anyone mentioned Jack. "Is he cute? Is he tall? Is he flirty? Have you kissed him?"
"Wait, huh?" I snap, furrowing my eyebrows. "First of all, Olive, nobody is kissing anybody, I met him like five minutes ago and we're just friends, if that."
