living with the bad boy

Chapter 11

Im so sorry I havent written in a while! I've been working on other stories, but now I am seeing more and more people voting and or putting my book in their reading lists so I decided I need to get a move on with this book.

~The next week~
I clutched onto the sides of the wheelchair I was currently planted in, not fully trusting the so called nurse who is pushing it. I had an overhwelming urge to ask her if she was a former race car driver or something to that effect, but I decided against it. I just want to get out of this hospital. I surely didnt need a nurse throwing me out of this damned wheelchair only seconds before I reach the exit. I chuckled quitely and I could feel a pair of eyes land on me, the nurses eyes to be exact. She probably took me for some mentally ill person, laughing for no evident reason.There was a sudden tug at my chest when I saw the Mitchell's standing by the hospital doors waiting to say goodbye.

"Stop at the door please" I told the nurse, she merely nodded leading me towards the crestfallen family. I couldn't help but smile. Nobody has ever missed me before.. Ive never had anyone to miss me before, it felt so bittersweet. I felt so guilty because there was a part of me that was elated that the Mitchell's would miss me, that me being gone would have an effect on them.

"Summer, I'm so sorry you have to go. It was a pleasure being in your presence for the time we had you. But don't worry we will fight our hardest to keep you at the hearing I promise" Mrs. Mitchell stated grasping my hand in hers and blinking rapidly to prevent any oncoming tears. I felt as if I was looking in on my funeral and she was saying her last goodbyes. Her makeup was smudged here and there, but she didn't seem to care. She inhaled deeply closing her eyes for a mere second before regaining herself and slowly letting go of my hand, giving the others a chance to say goodbye. I then turned towards Mr. Mitchell giving him a warm smile, which he gladly returned.

"You're one hell of a kid. Who knew it was even humanly possible for me to get along with a teenager" He said in a tone of seriousness, I laughed whole heartedly. Flashing him an appreciative grin before turning towards Jake.

"Don't go Summer. I swear I won't make you pick me up from my friends house ever again." He pleaded breaking into tears. I pulled him in for a tight embrace
"I have to go, I'm sorry.. I'm gonna miss you kiddo" I chukled getting a bit teary eyed. Jake reluctantly pulled away wiping at his eyes and retreating to his mothers side. Blake stood in front of me with his head hung low. I grabbed his hands in mine and he looked up, his glossy eyes meeting mine.
"It's not your fault Blake. Don't even think about apologising. Just come here." I chuckled pulling him in for a hug. He didnt hesitate to wrap his muscular arms around me. He placed a kiss on the top of my head before realeasing me.

"I hope we can get you back. I miss having an annoying sister already" Blake teased earning a glare from me. I playfully hit him on the shoulder and flashed him a smirk.

"See you later Blake" I whispered before the nurse whisked me away. I saw my dad waving us over, he stood next to what looked to be the most amazing car in the history of cars. A navy blue mustang, but the old kind. The kind that made you feel like you were in a badass 80's movie..Maybe I'm the only person in the world who can relate to or even understand that sentence, but thats besides the point.

"Atleast I'm driving to hell in style" I muttered, immediately feeling guilty when I heard the nurse let out the tiniest giggle. I hadn't said that to be funny.

"Ready to come home Summer?" My dad chirped flashing me a warm smile. I bit my lip feeling sad about having to leave the comfort of the Mitchell's humble abode.

"As ready as I'll ever be" I sighed returning the smile and stepping out of the wheelchair. I never understood why people couldn't just walk out of the hospital instead of being pushed, but frankly I do find it very nice maybe it's cause I'm lacking a certain physical fitness aura, but no matter. I warily got into the car feeling angry at him for doing this to me. I understand he deserves a chance but not like this. It isnt right for him to rip me away from an actual satisfying life... for the first time in forever I had someone to lean on.. but him, hes a stranger who waited years to act upon his new found news.

"Summer?" He questioned snapping me out of my thoughts. I shook my head and turned to him.

"Sorry what?" I said trying to seem nonchalant and collected. He let out a deep chuckle and glance at me.

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about what happened between us over dinner." He apologized, but what threw me off is the fact that he didn't sound the least bit sincere. His words held no emotion and that made me so uneasy. Emotions are how we distinguish the good from the bad. Emotions show that you are human and he seemed like an emotionless robot. The question is why? Why would he be so unfeeling. Did he not agree with everything I said over dinner. Because I know for a fact everything I said had been true and came from a personal and emotional place.

"Are you?" I questioned deciding that this was an issue that needed poking and prodding. He really cannot expect me to dance around all of this chaos. I wont. Im not one to just put my foot down. He grasped ontothe steering wheel with much force before taking in a shaky breath.

"In all honesty. No. I cannot take the blame for something I didn't know about. I'm sorry okay i cant begin to understand how you feel, but I'm not the only one at fault here Summer. Please just give me a chance. I know you're angry but I at least deserve a chance, please" he reasoned. I sighed deeply knowing I couldn't say no. I mean if I'm gonna have to live with him what's the point in not getting along?

"Okay. You're right" I said plainly leaning my head back against the chair and hoping to arrive at his home soon and escape the tension in the air.
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I stood in my new room staring blankly at the beige walls knowing that the second I stepped in and unpacked my belongings this would be my home. That thought scared me and I have no idea why. For the longest time I wanted nothing more than to be with my family.. my biological parents. And now that thought seems so foreign. I was pulled out of my train of thought when my phone began ringing. I read Peytons name projected on the screen. She had made sure to talk to me everyday since the accident and I was glad that she had decided to give me a chance. I accepted the call pressing the phone to my ear and listening intently as Peyton talked my ear off. We talked for hours on end and for that short amount of time I forgot how bittersweet life was. A genius once told me that a good friend is one who can make you forget about the bad things in life and escape the world by talking about meaningless nothings and just being there.. being a shoulder to cry on and to lean on. I don't remember who said that but they were absolutely right.