Because it was Love.

Because you come first

Hey guys, the story is being changed a little. So the chapters ahead might change too. Sorry about it! But we are really trying to find a smooth flow to the story, so please bare with us.

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Chapter 13

-Awya's POV-

I was awoken by a slight nudged to my left arm, at first I ignored but after another nudge I had no choice but to wake up. I squinted my eyes and through my blurry vision I saw a towering figure standing in front of me. I could recognize him by the scent. Since when was I so sensitive towards him? I opened my eyes properly and saw him looking down at me with the same cold expression from yesterday. I sighed and made my way to sit on the bed when he slid his arms carefully around my torso, making sure not to touch my right side and straightened me. He did it so effortlessly like I weighed nothing then he raised the bed for me.

I was studying his face as he was near me, the first thing I noticed was that he had dark circles around his eyes which weren't there before, then I realized he was wearing the same clothes as yesterday. My heart sunk a little, he had stayed out all night...probably drinking at some club. He must have been stressed that he couldn't even sleep. Come on! It is Lohan Newyearn that we are talking about, he must have been partying out all night drinking at some club and dancing with some hoes. All though I hate to think so I couldn't disagree with my thoughts. He wasn't capable of sympathizing, even though it was his fault that I'm lying in this hospital. But then he cut himself because of me...so I guess we are even now. I hurt him and now he hurt me, an eye for an eye. I guess now we can both forgive each other.

His left wrist was bandaged and I could see the dried blood patch on it, "Does it hurt?" he frowned not knowing what I was talking about, "Your hand."

His expression hooded, he only shook his head at me. My hand involuntarily reached out to touch his hand but he flinched back immediately. I felt a slight stab in my heart but I ignored it. Instead I voiced out the thoughts that were eating me from the inside out since yesterday, "Why did you do it?"

"I told you it was an accident. I didn't mean to do it. I was driving and you just happened to be in front of me at the wrong time. I'm sorry" He was avoiding my gaze as he was searching through a bag he had beside him.

"No, not the accident. Why did you cut your hand Lohan?"

He snapped his head back to me as if he was caught off guard. He stared at me for a few seconds with a slight frown before he looked away. "I don't know. It just happened", He mumbled. I could see that he didn't want to talk about it but I needed to know. I wanted to know if it was because of me, "It was because of me isn't it?"

"Yes" he answered in a whim. I fought against the tears welling up in the corners of my eyes. I didn't want to cry in front of him, not if it was my fault. I didn't want his sympathy if I did this to him. He turned back to me when he saw I wasn't saying anything and his face stiffened. He was just about to say something when a knock on the door halted him.

It was Wicky at the door. He was smiling but when he saw Lohan his face changed into a scowl and he turned his gaze back to me and his frown deepened. "Awya are you alright?" He made his way to my hospital bed, before he proceeded to gently lift my chin up with his palm to observe my face. I was slightly taken back by his touch, but I smiled at him and nodded. "Were you crying?" I shook my head.

I gently pushed his palm off my chin without meaning to hurt his feelings. I could sense tension in the air beside me. I turned around to see Lohan with a deep crease set on his forehead and his jaw set stiff. I was taken off guard by this sight and he realized that I was staring at him so he visibly relaxed. I retuned my gaze to Wicky and saw some dark emotion flicker through his eyes while glancing at Lohan. What was going on here?

"Lohan this is Wicky and Wicky this is Lohan" They gave each other a stiff nod and the air around them got colder. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable in the midst of the two so I decided to slice through the tension. "So have you'll met each other before?"

The both of them just nodded once more. I knew something was off between the two but I didn't ask because I was no one to intervene in their business, "umm...okay"

"I'm leaving, there's food in the bag I brought" Lohan gave me one more glance before he walked away from the room. I was a little disappointed but he was Lohan and he was the type to just abruptly do things the way he wanted.

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-Lohan's POV-

He was the one. It was him that she was speaking to. I couldn't contain my anger when I saw him, and Awya noticed it, I wish she didn't. How dare he show up here! And how dare he touch her! I was grinding my teeth and had my hands in fists. She is mine dammit. She belongs to me! I walked to my car and got in.

He was frowning at me, why was he frowning at me? Did he know I was the one who hit her? I guess the school must already know what happened. I don't like that he frowned at me, it was as if he was mad at me for hurting Awya. Does he like Awya? Just the thought of it was driving me mad. I punched the steering wheel with both my fists, I will fucking kill him if I find out he has feelings for her.

I needed alcohol; I reached out to get the alcohol bottle from the back seat. I took a sip and leaned back in my seat, I closed my eyes and let my thoughts drift. That was when I remembered what she had said earlier.

***Flashback***

"Why did you do it?"

"I told you it was an accident. I didn't mean to do it. I was driving and you just happened to be in front of me at the wrong time. I'm sorry"

"No not the accident. Why did you cut your hand Lohan?"

***Flashback end***

I thought she was referring to the accident, why I hit her. But instead she caught me off guard asking why I cut my hand.

She was worried about me when I hit her?

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