Wing It.

CHAPTER TWO

(Quick note. If you haven't read the edited version of chapter one. Do It now.)

CHAPTER TWO

WAIT. WHAT?

I wake up to the scent of dried mustard and cough drops. A spitting pain in my head and something cold sits on my forehead. Ow. Okay, not too bad. I take in my surroundings. Well more like look at the ceiling. Cafeteria? No, not enough noise. Janitor's closet. No Micha, not practical remember they locked that after two kids were found...canoodling. Wait, what even happened? I sit up and actually look around. Oh dear lord ow. Ow. Ow. OW. Nurse's office. That would explain the pain. But what about the mustard?

"Oh good. You are up." Nurse McCraine comes into the room and pulls out a clipboard from behind his back. McCraine has dealt with my.....mishaps since freshman year and still put ups with me. We have traded student gossip for staff gossip several times. He also happens to appeal extreamly to those popular girls. Muscular and tall with dark hair and green eyes the guy could be a model. (Micah, I gave up my career to help kids like you. Clumsy and Socially akward. Ooo! Where did you get the shoes?!?) To put it into words the dude's a David Beckham doppelganger. Did I mention he's gay? Yeah, that might be important. Oh and Lacy and I are the only ones that know. Mhm. It makes for some pretty fun conversation about girls who try to get with him. The things that high school girls will do.

"I guess so. Uhm, what happened?" I ask him. He has now put the clipboard down and picked up his romance novel, new ice pack in the other hand. His eyes light up and I see the wheels turning in his raven haired head. That my friends is what I like to call Gossip Mode: Initiation. He pulls up a chair and puts his hands on his

"This is a new one, so be ready birdy." He smirks then seems to remember I am in pain and throws the ice pack into my lap. I place it on my forehead and grab the pillow for a temporary cuddle buddy to numb the embarrassment.

"Oh God. Did I run into a pole?"

"Nope"

"Slip on a banana?"

"No you've done that twice already." He chuckles as I frown and swat him with the pillow.

"What could I have possibly done?"

    "Well, it wasn't you. It was Breken Michals."

    "Oh hell no."

    "Oh hell yes."

    I bury my face in the pillow and try not to scream. Breken Michals, The ridiculously annoying star football player has done something to give me a possible concussion and send me to the nurse's office. And at lunch. Which means everyone knows and are probably faking concern to suck up to him. I fall onto my back back onto the table bed thing again and bury my face into the pillow. I groan and let my eyes poke out of the pillow.

    "What did he do?"

McCraine leans back into his chair and takes a deep breath.

"Okay, So you ran into Breken his hamburger fell onto you as he was carrying his lunch back to the plastic bitches' table and you fell on your back but the tried to catch you and he didn't do it in time so you fell and hit the floor he panicked for a second then plastics came up and were fussing over him and touching those damn fine arms and then he sent them all away and picked you up off the floor and saw that you were unconscious. He fixed you in his arms all bridal style and sprinted across the school to get you here. He put you on the table and saw that your sweater was covered in ketchup and gave you his sweatshirt, which I think you haven't noticed is on you right now. And lastly he has insisted to grab your stuff and is probably still sitting in the waiting room for you"

I look down and realize that the Creekwood Wolves sweatshirt is on me and I almost pass out again. Holy cow.

"Wait. What?" I am shocked. He waited?

"Jesus girl get some new ears. Here are your car keys and now get out of my office." McCraine lifts me off the table without warning, which I protest to, hands me the ice pack again and pushes me out the door. The door slams in my face before I can say anything. He opens the door again and hands me my jacket.

"It's senior year," He winks before adding "have a little fun." And pushes me out further into the hall. I groan and bang on the door before give up and turn around. Everyone in the office is staring at me like I just decided to kill a puppy. I manage an awkward weak smile and speed shuffle into the main hallway. I groan again and turn around.

There sits Breken Michals in all his freaking gorgeous glory staring at me.

And all I can do is stare back.

F**k.