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Chapter 11 : Accident

A/N : Alright, so from this chapter on, the next few chapters were written in the middle of the night a few days ago. I honestly don't know what on earth I wrote, or why I decided on this particular plot, but after reading it over the next day, I decided to keep it, and work with it. I rarely ever rewrite things, so this story is about to get interesting, if it weren't already interesting enough... Also, I did legitimate research on... Well, you'll see...

Chapter 11

The next day...

Riker POV

It was Saturday. It had potential to be a good day. But I felt like crap, and that was making it seem like the chances of it being a good day, were going down.

I hadn't slept very well last night. My thoughts kept me awake, obviously because they were about Kayla. I wanted to talk to her today, but I was scared she didn't want to have anything to do with me anymore. And I was too much of a scaredy cat to go knock on her door.

I didn't bother changing out of my pajamas or putting in my contacts. In fact, I hadn't even combed my hair, and it was sticking up in all directions.

I went downstairs for breakfast, and my mom gave me my phone back, trying to make me feel better about last night. I didn't bother looking at any of the texts. I knew that most, if not all of them, would be from those guys who bullied me.

I had a bowl of cereal, and then went upstairs.

"Riker, come on. This isn't how you ever act," Rocky said, following me into the room.

I just sort of stared blankly back at him.

"At least put on new pajamas."

I sighed, and dug out a new pair of pajama pants and a shirt. Rocky left, closing the door behind him. I set my phone down on my bed, and then took off my pajamas, standing in only my underwear. I was about to pull on my shirt when my phone buzzed.

I grabbed it off my bed. I had a text. AND IT WAS FROM KAYLA!

I opened it.

"Looking good, Riker. ;)"

What? What does that even mean?

Something caught my eye, and I looked up. Kayla was waving at me through the window.

I waved back.

And then realized what she'd meant.

I'm standing in my underwear...

I quickly closed the curtains, feeling my cheeks burn. I pulled my pajamas on, and then opened the curtains. Kayla was gone.

I laid down on top of my bed, pressing my hands into my forehead.

That. Was. So. Embarrassing.

I heard a knock on my door.

"Come in."

Rocky poked his head in.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"Yeah um... Someone's here to see you."

Rocky let the door swing open, and then he left. Kayla came in, shutting the door behind her.

"Hey," I said, awkwardly, feeling my cheeks heat up again.

She smiled at me, and sat down on the edge of my bed.

"Ok look, about last night-"

Kayla put her finger to my lips, making me stop speaking. She shook her head.