White walls, white floors and blankets and sheets, so many things white, why?
I walked into Paul’s room and he was awake. “Hey” I smiled.
Paul chuckled, a doctor walked into the room, carrying his clipboard, yes you guess it, a white coat. turned to me. “You’re Daniella Richards?” I nodded. “Okay so your father has a mild concussion, he has everything working in order but we will keep him in for observation, incase he has anything happen like vomitting or severe headache, fever...”
“Thank you doctor.” I smiled and he left the white room. Jeremy came in the room as the doctor left.
“Hey partners.” He smirked.
“So my father is in for only observation.” I looked over to Jeremy who was standing at the end of the bed.
Jeremy picked up the clipboard at the end of his bed and flipped through the pages. “It says the standard is three days.”
“You can read medical jargon?”
“Yeah, I was pre-med before I got picked up by the force, I received a double degree: a minor in medicine and a major in criminology, roped into police work by the time I was fifteen.”
I raised my eyebrows at him and Paul chuckled. “So that means I’m stuck with him by myself huh.” I smiled weakly.
“Oh, come-on, it’s not so bad.” Jeremy’s smirk went up to his ears as he pulled me into a ‘side-hug’, wrapping his arm comfortably around my shoulder.
I snorted, “Okay, well I better go Dad.” I took Jeremy’s arm off from my shoulder.
“Good Luck on your re-match tonight.” Paul smirked, giving me a wink.
“I won’t need luck, but thanks.” I replied giving Jeremy a smug look.
Paul laughed some more. “Oh I know, I was talking to Jeremy.”
Jeremy laughed. “Come-on, Baby.” He threw me a challenging look. Paul raised his eyebrows continuing to smirk, I waved and walked out. Jeremy followed behind me. I pressed the elevator button, the ding came and the doors wheeled open to the empty box. I walked in and Jeremy stood beside me,. the doors closed as the elevator went down towards the car-park.
I elbowed Jeremy’s ribs, and he groaned. Toppling forward he hit the stop button on the elevator. I fell over as the elevator stopped abruptly.
“What was that for?” Jeremy slid down and sat against the silver doors.
“Well, that’s for calling me ‘baby’ to spite me.”
“You have a hard elbow.” He groaned. “That’s going to bruise. Why don’t you leave this for the mat?”
“Well, Bestie, I was thinking about earlier this morning, you’re playing with my head, I'm still mad at you.”
“So this is your interrogation?” Jeremy gave me a pointed look.
“Not planned.” I muttered, tying up my hair in a ponytail.
“I’ll make you a deal.”
I raised my eyebrow, “What kind of deal?”
“If you win one round on the mat you can ask me all those questions running through your head.”
“And if you win?” I raised my eyebrow again.
“Well, I can take you on a proper date.”
Wait, what? A proper date…. Why does he play with my mind like this…. Did his Dad put pressure on him or something. “This is what I mean. This morning you kiss me... a pretty good one” I clear my throat, "And tell me it's a mistake, what am I to think now? I understand that this predicament we're in puts pressure or something on us, but it doesn't mean you can hit and run."
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My Bullet-Proof Vest
Teen FictionMy phone beeped... code violet. Armed Robbery, Hostages and crime rings. I've seen it all. Occupation? Police officer. But when you think you know everything, well I should mention I'm also a high school student. And then there's him. Who had my par...
