The Bad Boy Returns

Chapter 35: Late Night Discussions

KAT'S POV

"I brought all the crap you wanted." Shane barges into my room, shouting. I dig my head further into my pillow trying to continue my rest pulling my duvet over my head in attempt to drown out his loud voice. I hear him chuck something on the ground.
To my dismay my big blanket is pulled off of me making the cold seep into my body.
"Shane, go away!" I lay on my stomach, keeping my head in my pillow. I curl up into a ball trying to keep my warmth from leaving.
"You're the one who wanted homework even though you were excused from school for a couple days." I can hear the stupid look on his face as he scrutinizes my decisions once again.
"Well you and my father collectively decided that I wasn't allowed to go anywhere since I got home. I might as well stay in the hospital." I mumble into the pillow, silently cursing them.
"You know what, that's a great idea." A smirk evident in his voice, before he goes silent.
Finally peace and quiet.

My bliss was taken away quickly as I feel the bed dip and then have a giant weight crash on top of me.
I feel Shane's hands force me to move my head from the comfort of my pillow. I look to see his body fully on top of mine almost engulfing it. Our legs tangle as I try to move.
"I hate you." I attempt to move out from under him.
He moves his hand and props himself up so he's captured me in a cage, his face hovers above mine causing  my heart to race. Every curve of his body is pressed against mine, ours chests rising and falling at the same time. His minty breath fans my face as his lips curl into a smile.
His eyes search mine, flicking between them.
"No you don't, not yet." He jokes, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
"Why are you on top of me?" I say breathlessly watching his face contort into a smirk. He traces the small cut at the end of my left eye, following the pattern he makes with his own eyes.
"I felt like it, and you wouldn't get up, I had to do something to catch your attention." He says in a low husky voice. "...and it looks like I did." His smirks grows as his eyes flicker between my eyes and my chest, where he can feel my heart beating at a hundred miles per hour against his own chest.
"Ugh you're disgusting." I push his hands away. He's looses his balance and all of his weight crashes against me, crushing me under his tall frame.
He laughs as we attempt to untangle ourselves from each other. He finally pulls himself off of me and sits up in front of me, forcing me to do the same.

"Seriously you have to get up, sleeping that much is not good for your head injury." He says silently searching my injuries.
"Are you a doctor now?" I stare at him, humorlessly.
"No smart ass, that's what the doctor told your dad." He rolls his eyes.
I nod moving to the side of my bed. I push my hands against the mattress and pull myself off of the the bed. Pain shoots through my legs and I lose my footing. Like lightning Shane is standing by my side holding me up by my waist. He searches my face rapidly, tucking some stray hair behind my ear.
"Are you okay?" I feel his hand rub my back comfortingly, his fingers brushing against the ridges in my spine softly. I relax into his touch, reaching for my leg.
"Yeah, I guess I'm still a little sore." I grip his shoulder, the left side of my body pressed into his as he holds me up.
"That's an understatement." He scoffs.
"You do realize you were in a car crash right? You were hit by a truck Kat. Your aren't going to be all better in less that two days." He goes off.
I knew this was going to happen sooner or later.
"How can I forget when you remind me every five minutes." I stare at him.
"Well someone has to, since you don't seem to care about getting better." He stops rubbing my back and moves me so I'm facing him fully.
"Well you care enough for the both of us apparently." I sigh.
Shane runs his free hand through his hair frustratedly.
"Yes I'm sorry that I want you to get better." He says sarcastically.
Ever since the day of the crash when I woke up we have been having fights just like this and pretty much always about similar topics, me, my mom and the crash. It's like he is always trying to pick a fight with me. Everything will be perfectly fine, we'll be laughing and joking around and quickly it'll turn into a fight about me not caring enough about myself. He picks at every single word I say and tries to start a fight with them.
I'm not sure why he's been doing that and I'm not instigating it any longer.

"I'm tired of having this fight everyday Shane." I shut my eyes slowly.
"Yeah so am I." He throws his hand up.
"Then let's not talk about it." I suggest, practically whining.
"Why don't you want to talk about it? You have not uttered one word about how you've been feeling." He shakes his head, giving me a stern look.
"I feel like like I got hit by a car." I remark.
He rolls his eyes impatiently. "You know what I meant, about your mom."
"What is there to talk about? She lied to me and almost got me killed. There is nothing to talk about." I shrug.
He stares at me, examining my facial expressions.
"Look, this is really not a good time to talk about it." I slump my shoulders.

"I know, I'm sorry." He sighs, thankfully letting it go.
He releases me from his grip and I limp over to my desk to grab a bag of half eaten gummy bears, courtesy of yours truly.
I settle into the chair and start to absentmindedly pick at them while we talk as if we didn't have a spat with each other only moments ago.

"Did you know you are more popular when you're not actually in school then when you are?" Shane snatches some gummy bears from my hand.
I chuckle, shaking my head.
"It's true! You're the most popular kid that's not in school. You're the talk of the school right now." He smiles, almost proud.
"What does that make you?" I down two red bears.
"The most popular kid in school...and the most hated." He lifts an eyebrow. "They all have questions and I have the answers." He chuckles. "Those pesky people crave some good gossip." He explains.
I chuckle at how sarcastic our conversation became. Of course they only care when they think it counts.
"Mrs. Sanchez on the other hand, not a big fan of mine right now or ever, I guess." He scratches the back of his neck.
"What did you do?" I ask, stuffing my face with bears.
"Apparently I am ruining your life and this was my fault." He shakes his head. "At least that's what she said when I came into school."
"What? Doesn't she know what happened? Don't they all?" I assume, scrunching my eyebrows in confusing.
"No, everyone assumes that it was something I did." He says casually.
"You can tell her what actually happened you know?" I look at him with confusion. Why would he let people think it's his fault when he knows what happened?
"No, I know you don't want everyone to know all of your business." He says softly. "It doesn't bother me, I usually am the reason for all of your problems anyways." He chuckles, replaying all of his so called 'clever' pranks through his head.
"Not anymore." I mumble more to myself than to him.
"Not anymore."

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