Everything I Had

Chapter 29

Adam's POV

My phone rang again for the fifth time this hour. It was Ann again and I considered turning my phone off, but I didn't. For some reason, I wanted her to keep calling me. I don't really have a reason why, I just do. Maybe because it showed that she cared? I don't know. But whatever it was, it bugged the crap out of me. I really did want to answer the phone, but I wasn't sure if I wanted to talk to her yet.

My phone rang once again and I looked at the screen. I figured it was Ann again but I checked just in case. But, to my surprise, it wasn't her. It was a number I didn't recognize.

"Hello?" I answered.

"You didn't realize how much you're hurting her by not answering her, right?" That familiar annoying voice said on the other line. I felt like groaning, but decided against it because Carson would hear it.

"I do," I said simply.

"So why do it?"

I was almost dripping with fury. He should have no part in this; This is between me and Ann.

"You don't know me, Carson. I'm really confused right now and if you would kindly leave me alone then you would realize it's really none of your business."

"It IS my business. You both are fighting because of me."

"You have a point. But seriously, it's just between me and her," I told him, anger clearly evident in my voice. "Why do you care?"

"Because she's part of my life now. I care about her," He said, but sarcasm was woven in his words.

"Cut the crap. Tell me why you really called," I growled as I paced around my room.

"You know that video of the guys slapping your little girlfriend's butt? Yeah, that was me. I've never liked Ann. What a slut. Anyways, I pulled some sweet talk on her, she took the bait, and now she's going to Prom with me. You can imagine what happens next. But it's too late to warn her, she won't believe you now. She'll think you're just being jealous and stupid and needy," He explained the devious plan like he was proud of it.

"If you hurt her in any way, you're going to wish you hadn't," I threatened, trying to sound tough. Maybe I tried a little too hard because he laughed at me.

"It's your choice, call her and tell her the truth, or don't and let her go to prom with me. Either way turns out bad," And with that, he hung up the phone.

I was so extremely angry that I was losing it. Blood pumped through the vein in my head and I knew it was visible. My head began to ache and I let out a frustrated

"ugh!".

He was right, Ann would never believe me.

With one powerful swing, I punched the wall. It made a cracked dent but I wasn't satisfied so I punched it again, making a proper hole. I rested my forehead against the smooth surface of the wall and took a well-needed breath.

* * *

"Hey, I brought food," I told Danny as I walked into his hospital room. I lifted up the Whataburger bag for him to see and handed him his milkshake. He nodded in thanks and I opened the bag. I handed him his burger and fries and I brought the bag and what was left in it over to the couch, which was to the left of Danny. I set my meal in my lap as I looked around the hospital room. It was a simple room.

Cabinets that contained supplies for the room sat in the front of the room, a dry erase board that had Danny's information hanging next to them. A TV hung over the cabinets and a DVD player sat on top of them. His hospital bed was on the opposite side of the room up against a wall. A curtain, which was drawn back dangled beside his bed along with a nightstand and a bag of his clothes. On the other side of his bed was a door that lead to a restroom. I was sitting on a couch left of Danny, in front of a large window. The blinds were drawn but I knew it was about 8 o' clock from the time on my phone.