Bellamy Jackson is a sweet girl known by many but only hangs out with 3 people she calls her best friends. Bellamy is a one of the top competitive dancers in her state. Dancing is one of the most important things in Bellamy's life. It helps her forg...
Surprise! I wanted this to be in the last chapter, but I didn't think about it until after I published it, so this isn't that long. But enjoy!
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I slowly open my eyes and immediately regretted it as pain shot through my leg and arm.
I'm alive?
I look around to see that I was laying on the couch in Prince's office. My wounds were wrapped and there were a pair of crutches as well as a glass of water and pain killers sitting next to me.
I sat up and took the water and pills before flipping off the crutches and leaving the room.
I don't need that weak shit.
I limped my way into the main room and saw Prince cleaning up the blood I left on his floor, and Azura sleeping on a chair.
"You actually saved my ass," I stated, Prince looked at me.
"I'm surprised you're awake. And Nicole was actually the one to remove the bullet and treat your wound, thank her when you see her," He explained, I sat on a stool.
He looked down at my leg.
"Where the hell are your crutches?" He asked, I ignored his question.
"You brought Nicole here?" I questioned, he sighed before nodding.
"When a random kid is calling my phone screaming and crying saying that my best friend is dying I didn't have much of a choice. Plus, she was next to me when I got the call," He said, before turning to continue cleaning.
"How is she?" I asked, looking at Azura.
"Fucking traumatized," He stated, I sighed.
"What the fuck happened anyway?" He asked.
I went onto explain everything.
"What the fuck, is that bitch insane?" Prince exclaimed angrily.
"Fucking seems like it," I grumbled.
"Do you think her name is actually Aspen?" He asked, I scoffed.
"Hell no, I don't even think she looks like that,"
"So we're back to square one," He sighed, standing up.
"But she said that she's closer than we think, and she could've been the one that planted that note in Belle's locker," I trailed off as Prince's brows shot up.
"You think she could go to the same high school as us?" He asked, I nodded.
"She could, or someone who's working for her could be giving her information," I shrugged.
"That's also right. I'll do some digging, for now you need to rest that leg," Prince stated.
"I'm not staying here, I need to see Belle," I slowly stand up.
