Undefined

Chapter 11

Thud.

My phone drops on to the floor jostling me out of a deep sleep and triggers a sharp pain to shoot through my head.

I was sent home from the hospital on Wednesday, and pretty much all I've done is sleep. I groan as my computer starts chiming, meaning that I have a incoming face time call.

I open the screen to see who it is, and when I see the familiar contact of "Bella" it brightens my mood and I quickly answer it.

"Hey," my voice squeaks, coming out mangled and dry. "Oh my goodness Brynna! You're okay!" She screams which makes me wince, and hit the volume down button on my Mac repeatedly.

I can't help but smile. It's only been a few weeks since her and Linsey flew back to California but I already miss them like crazy.

"Linsey!" She shouts to another part of the house, "Look who finally answered our call!" I roll my eyes, "I did not take that--" but I was cut off my a flying Linsey.

Quite literally- she comes into view- tackling Bella in the process. I hear a muffled grunt from Bella, and an overexcited Linsey, moving over to fit both people in the frame.

"How are you? How's your head? How's your boyfriend?" Linsey screamed at the top of her lungs. Geez, could these people get any louder.

"She has a concussion, for God's sake, she didn't go deaf," Bella grumbles, plugging her ear closest to Linsey.

I laugh. My best friends are wierd. "I'm good. My head is good. And my boyfriend is good." I laugh again.

"When are you going back to school?" Linsey asks, Bella preoccupied with something on her phone.

"Tomorrow, actually. Bells, what are you doing?" At the sound of her name, her cheeks flush bright red and she drops her phone.

"She's texting Jackson- her boyyyyyfriend." Linsey says in a singsong voice. "BOYFRIEND? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? JACKSON? JACKSON COLE? THE JACKSON COLE? LIKE THE MOST POPULAR GUY AT YOUR SCHOOL?" It was my turn to scream. "WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME?"
Bella's blush reddens even more and she sends me a sheepish smile before disconnecting the call.

Oh no she didn't.

I called her again and again and AGAIN, but they kept declining me. I let out an evil laugh- my friends know I'm stubborn- they know I won't give up.

I called them 348 times- I'm not even kidding- before they pick up again. "Okay! I'm sorry! I was going to tell you, but you hurt your head and I wanted this to be about you," she says.

"Isabella Marie Copeton, I'm so ashamed of you," I say in a fake motherly voice. They laugh so I know they know that I that I am kidding.

All of the sudden, Brooklyn appears in my doorway. "Hey Bry- Oh shoot! Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt!" She says quickly and tries to slip away.

"No its fine Brooks, it's just us," comes Linsey's voice from my laptop speakers. Brooklyn then joins me in my bed and says hello to my other friends across the globe.

The next few hours is spent talking about everything. We talk about relationships (and Linsey complains the whole time because she's the only single one), our upcoming vacations, our opinions on facial hair, and everything in between.

Just two Americans and two Britains (I guess I would qualify for that since I live here now) against the world.

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