SWAPPED

I Don't Know

"I can take her." He says in a cold and not wanting tone, like as if he's being forced to offer.

"And purposefully get in a car crash?" Lucas scoffs.

Enzo rolls his eyes, "And get myself hurt in the process too? I'd rather not." He counters.

"Then why bother taking me?" I add between their harsh glares.

Enzo breaks off eye contact with Lucas and looks down at me, "Cause we need to talk."

I'm so taken aback that I almost laugh. "Yea cause our last conversation went so great that you're just itching for another one aren't you?"

His jaw clenches. He stands there for a bit, thinking of a response. He finally says, "Well good luck finding someone else to drive you."

He picks up his backpack laying next to another bed and walks towards the door.

"Wait." I give in as he reaches for the handle.

"Alora-" Lucas begins but I ignore him because Enzo is right, and this ankle of mine isn't getting any better.

Enzo stops in his tracks and I hop on one foot off the bed. "As long as you don't crash."

Lucas comes to my side and helps me balance myself.

"I can't promise you that." Enzo turns back and all I wish I could to is wipe that smirk off his face.

We reach Enzo's car which is parked in the student parking lot. Lucas opens the passenger door for me and I sit down on the leather seat.

"Let me come with you." Lucas asks.

"Look Lucas, as much as I appreciate your concern, I don't want to hold you off on your training for your tournament." I respond.

"Who cares about some stupid practice? Please?" He pleads.

"I'll be fine, I'll talk to you later kay?"

"Fine." He looks down in defeat as he gives in.

"Yea and like I'd let you into my car." Enzo obviously had to add.

We drove off and for a good 5 minutes we were completely silent. I swear more awkward situations don't exist.

Enzo finally broke the silence, "How'd you-"

"Cheer, they didn't catch me." I respond before he can even finish his sentence.

"Right." He looks down and clenches his jaw as he stops at the red light.

I watch as the cars from the perpendicular road cross. The tension is extremely tight.

"Does it hurt?" He mumbles as he slightly looks in my direction.

I begin to laugh out loud. "Since when did you care if I'm hurt or not?"

"Nevermind."

He wants to escape this topic but I won't let it go so easily. "Why'd you hurt- physically hurt me that day..." I specify, "when you knew I had nothing to do with you suddenly— well now that I think about it, becoming me."

"You don't understand, Alora. For you I was just some random guy, but those are my friends that are beating me up." He raises his voice.

"Yea? And who was it again who made them like that?" I say silencing his argument. "I know you used to harass me and stuff, god knows for what reason, but that day in the classroom you literally attacked me. That's low even for you." His grip on the wheel tightens.

I continue on, "Just because your little friends are being mean to you doesn't give you the right to hurt me. I've tried multiple times to have a civilized conversation with you about what could have possibly happened to this sudden change but god, you can't even do that."

I sigh and pause for a moment, "I don't know what I did that's so wrong for you to treat me like this."

He swallows hard and speeds up, in a rush to get to the hospital and finally escape the situation.

While we're waiting for the doctor to call me up, we keep to ourselves, I go on my phone while Enzo just stares off into the floor the whole time, so hard that he's almost burning a whole through it.

The doctors check me up and they come to the conclusion that I really did sprain my ankle, badly. I would have to wear a brace until it feels better which they estimated to be around 3-4 weeks.

That's just great.

When we get back to the car I shut the door and put on the seatbelt.

Before we drive off Enzo says, "I don't know."

I look at him confused. "Huh? You don't know what?"

He takes a deep breath, "I don't know why I did everything I did- to you."

I look down and slightly shake my head in disbelief.

It takes a while for me to gather my thoughts but I finally come up with a response, "You know, with the way you treated me these past few years, you'd think that I've— I don't know— killed your dog or something like that." I rub my hand against my forehead trying to rid of my headache.

I look back up, "But for you to just tell me that this whole time you've been tormenting me was for no reason at all-"

I can feel tears collecting on the rim of my eye. I swallow back my tears as I feel this wave of rage wash over me.

"You're a detestable human being and I hope you know that."

He pulls out of the hospital parking lot and begins driving me back home. Not a single word was spoken the whole car ride back.