My Accidental NFL Boyfriend

My Accidental NFL Boyfriend 23

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Jayla’s POV:  

  Something hurt really, really bad. I cringe as I hear the faint sounds of beeping, the lazy buzz of an annoying fly somewhere in the distance, and the weight of something on my hands. Everything throbbed so badly I almost fell back into a deep sleep again. All I remember was storming out of Carly’s house to go to New Jersey, the harsh words, and the thrown painting.   Did she knock me out so I wouldn’t leave?

  My head pounds as I slowly open my eyes—only to slits—to see the white tiled ceiling. This, for sure, wasn’t my ceiling, and I didn’t have friends so it wasn’t their ceiling, either. I cringe when I remember graduation—seemingly days ago—and the whole senior class laughing at my beige thong and taking pictures when they gave me my diploma. That was all Caleb’s fault.   What happened after that?   A massive pounding in my head ensued when I tried to think further into my life—did I make it to New Jersey? Did I faint from exhaustion? Am I dead?   I open my eyes to see a strange man lying beside me.  

Oh god, I was kidnapped.   I let out a panicked yelp but all I felt was pain, and nothing but sore vocal strings and a dying wheezing came out of my lips.

“Jayla?” a familiar voice cries.   I look up and see two blondes, crying and clinging to each other then racing over to me.

“Who are you?” They look at me, then look at themselves, and say shakily, “It’s Kelsey and Vivian, remember?” I couldn’t shake my head—it was connected to something. I was terrified. I didn’t know where I was or who they were—they could be the other kidnapped girls! A familiar, but older looking Caleb pushes between the girls.

“Jayla,” he sighs in relief. “What are you doing here Caleb? Why haven’t you left for college?” They all look at each other, panicked. Why? “We’ll get a nurse,” Vivian says slowly. She rushes out of the room, and I hear some loud voices and finally, a slightly overweight nurse bustles in the room. “Hello honey,” she says. “Do you remember your name?”
              “Jayla. I live in Virginia, I was on my way to New Jersey, right?” She smiles at me, “I’m sorry honey but you went in a windshield in New York.”

“I wasn’t going to New York, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say. My voice is painful, raw, and it’s so quiet the nurse moves closer to hear.

“Honey, do you know how old you are?” “19.” Everyone in the room looks at each other, but the nurse doesn’t seem phased. I wonder why they were all looking at each other?

“Sweetie, you’re 24. You got in a horrific car crash and have been in an induced coma for a week. Don’t worry, it’s normal to have memory loss when the brain was affected this badly. Do not worry—you can possibly rebound or you can possibly not. Everyone has a different brain—I’m not sure what yours would do, but let’s hope for the best. Don’t stress though, it’ll prohibit you from healing.” I look at her confusedly, “what are you talking about?” she just smiles warmly, pats my bedsheet, and says, “I’ll get the doctor.”

Everything feels like a blur—people prodded me, asked me a billion questions, and unfamiliar faces passed me by. I didn’t understand why Caleb was here, I didn’t understand anything—I was exhausted. I fell asleep in the middle of my answer to the doctor, and slowly the beeping of the machines fades away, the buzzing of voices and the dull pain become a scene in the background.

OHHHHHHHHHHH BONUS!

Caleb’s POV:

Nothing was scarier than seeing her confused face, her unsure eyes, and her soft, drowsy words. I was so happy seeing her eyelids flicker, after waiting for a full week of treacherous pain and stress on whether or not she’d wake up. Just seeing her, half alive and speaking, I was so happy. I was more than happy—I was ecstatic. Then—her confusion, her utter and complete cluelessness of her situation, something sank deep into the pit of my stomach. She had amnesia. She wasn’t really there. This wasn’t the Jayla I knew. This was young, wounded Jayla, the Jayla who I made fun of and teased and made her life hell. This isn’t the Jayla I met that nurtured her wounds for 5 years, who made friends, had an apartment and lived her dream even if she was in poverty. This was the Jayla who’s wounds were still bleeding, still painful.

All I could do was smile softly. I was the only one in the room she knew, and if the devil from hell was here, she would quickly escape to his arms instead of mine if she could. I slowly leave the room, pulling out my phone and calling Coach. I had skipped practice for 5 days, unable to function completely, and Coach, although understanding my situation, was furious.  He would be happy to hear Jayla was awake—that meant I’d be back in working zone. I sigh and lean against the wall. My hands were immediately at my temple, stroking circles. I was legitimately scared right now. What if she never remembered what happened? Now that I finally understood she was someone that understood me, and that I could see myself with…She forgets me.

Is this God cursing me from the high heavens for my ignorance? Is he mad that I played with delicate girl’s hearts; whispering sweet nothings so that I could still be the most yearned for player on the jets? I sigh and dial coach. There was a lot to talk about. Maybe I needed to call Alex, ask for his advice… The doctor grasps my arm before I even finish the last number, “You’ve known her awhile, correct?” he says. “Yes.”

              “Right now, everything is foreign. Her friends are foreign, her condition is foreign, and being 24 is foreign—she needs someone she’s known and loved her whole life.”

“But she hasn’t exactly lov—” I wanted to say that she totally hates me, despises me, would kill me if I had a chance, but I couldn’t even finish my sentence before the pushy doctor interrupts me. “No excuses. She doesn’t even know where she lives.”

“What am I supposed to do?” “Either visit her, or let her live with you. At the mention of living or going for a visit to her mother’s she freaks out.” I guess not even amnesia could fix that. The doctor pats me on the shoulder, “I know you’ll figure something out. She has to stay in the hospital for at least another a week—at the very soonest. Probably 2 weeks and she’ll be back into the world. We aren’t sure when her memories will be back, however.” The doctor writes something on his clipboard, looks up and smiles, “good luck.”
              I guess I’ll have another chance. Another chance to convince her I grew up. Some little white lies couldn’t hurt…   IF YOU HAVEN’T CHECK OUTRainbow_Bubbles DO IT NOW!!! She made the beautiful cover!!  

AHHHHHHHH TWIST. It feels like the Vow, but I loved that movie and I wasn’t planning this so I guess I’ll let it all fall into place…and the SPACING IS CRAP I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!