A part of me

Chapter Eighteen

Dyl and I pulled up in the parking lot of the gym.

"Look before we go in there just promise that you'll give us a chance. Listen to what we have to say." I looked at him before nodding my head, "Sure."

We walked in and there stood the three boys that left my house in such a scene. I had different reactions flowing through my body right now:

1)I wanted to hug them and squeeze the day light out of them.

2)Kick all their asses for leaving me in the dark and being such idiots.

3) Beat the ass of whoever left the bruises on them.

"What the hell happened?" I asked as I examined their faces and their bodies. It was now that I realize they didn't have their shirts on and we're trying to aid their wounds.

"How's your balls?" Jason asked Dylan with a small smirk.

I blushed still ashamed I did that to Dylan.

"How's your face?" Dylan shot back with a smirk played on his face as well.

"Still irresistible, can't say the same for your-"

"Stop." I put my hand up and scrunched my face in disgust.

I watched as they continued to try and clean their wounds but were terribly failing. I grabbed a stool and marched over to one of the sofas in the rec room.

"Bring the first aid kit, I'll fix you guys up one by one." I yelled from the room.

It took them forever to enter, but when they finally made it to the room Chase was the first to sit on the stool. I cleaned and patched up his wounds fast.

"Do I get a lollipop for being a good boy, Nurse Rosey?" He asked with a wink.

I rolled my eyes, I am so not in a playful mood. I have questions and I will not be leaving until they are answered that's for sure.

"Next." I said in a monotone voice.

Logan stepped up to the stool and slowly sat down. I noticed none of the boys had much bruises on their faces but mainly on their stomachs. That means they either are really good at defense or their opponents aren't the rearrange faces kind of fighter.

"Why did it take you so long to walk over here?" I asked, his bruises and wounds shouldn't have effected him that bad.

He shook his head signaling a "No."

"Logan." I warned, and he sighed in response. Now is not the time to be ashamed of showing your wounds to a girl.

"My ankle." He said and I looked straight down. I lowered my body so he didn't have to move, and slowly lifted up his sweat pants. His ankle is definitely swollen, I'm no doctor so I can't tell if it's broken.

"It's really swollen Logan, it may even be broken. We have to get a doctors look at it." I said while he shook his head.

"It's fine, it doesn't even hurt that much." Oh my damn, I have had it with these boys.

I looked up at him and glared the meanest glare I could have ever pulled off. My fist were clenched and my nose was flaring.