Can Not Decide

Part 23

I woke up and found myself using Cole as a body pillow. I got used to twins being too close to me so I didn't react the way I always did. I just sat up and tried to find my clothes. I heard footsteps getting louder and louder. A panick filled my chest because I could picture what it would look like if Dylan walked in.

Cole sat up on bed too and hugged me from behind while he put his chin on my shoulder.

"What's wrong?" He mumbled. "Are you worried about Dylan ?"

"H-huh..? No way." My voice was trembling. I had a heavy pain in my chest that was caused by guilt. My brain kept telling me there was no reason to feel guilty. I mean, he said I was as important as a candy bar. Even less than a candy bar... But my chest still felt like ten thousands crabs  pinching inside of it. The door opened and Dylan entered room and just asked Cole, "Where did you put my books? I only let you borrow them temporarily. Not permanently."

I looked at Dylan and was preparing an excuse but he didn't seem to be interescouldn'tur situation. Cole put a kiss on my shoulder and said he'd be right back.

Cole left the room and Dylan followed him. Then I was left alone in the room once again. I looked around and picked up my underwears. My hands were shaking because I was too nervous. It broke my heart that Dylan didn't even looked shocked. He would normally start yelling at me and pull me out of Cole's arms. But that time he didn't even care. Did I lose my "chocolate bar" value? My eyes were trying to hold tears more than they could. I couldn't hold my tears back anymore. I locked my door and let my tears flow. I was trying not to make a sound, I didn't want Dylan to know that he made me cry. I couldn't let him know that I valued him that much.

There was a knock on the door, "Betty? Why is your door locked?"

I tried to change my voice back to normal. "Uh, I'm OK. Just didn't want you to come in because I want to get ready fast. You know I can't be concentrate when you're around, Cole." I giggled and hoped for him not to realize I had cried.

"You've got a point on that." He chuckled. "You should get ready quickly, lessons will start soon. But do you think you'll be OK by yourself? Do you need help with your leg?"

"Ummm, no problems yet. But I'll call you if I need help. Thaaaaanks.", I secretly prayed for him to leave quickly.

I really wanted to make Dylan jealous. Actually not jealous, but he should realize what was he "ignoring". But I also knew that I couldn't dress up very nicely because of my leg. I had only two options: A) Baggy training pants. B) Skirt.

I thought skirt would be better because it would be easier to wear anyways. I walked to my closet and tried to find where I had put my skirts. Then I realized I was walking. Without the crutches. I could step on it and I froze for a second, expecting a huge pain. But nothing happened. It only sizzled a little bit. As I knew, it should have hurt pretty badly. For a second I thought if I was really badass but I knew it couldn't be true. I have pretty low tolerance for pain.

"Umm, Cole?", I called Cole. He walked to my room with lazy steps.

"Yup?"

"Why can I walk?"

"Why shouldn't you walk?"

"Because you fell on me?"

"Ah you mean your leg."

"Ding ding ding..!"

"You don't gotta be rude. Wait- did you say you could walk?"

"Ding ding ding."

"Seriously stop that."

"Alright but what's up with my leg?"

"Do I look like a doctor to you?"

"Well well well... Let's see who is the annoying one now."

"Tell me if I don't have rights to be annoying."

"OK, you win this round but I suppose we have some more important things to take care of. Didn't I break my leg? Or were the drugs that strong?"

"No idea. Do you wanna see the doctor to check it?"

"Do we have time?"

"No?"

"Alright, then let's go to doctor!"

"You're the best student ever, aren't you?", Cole chuckled.

He helped me to get dressed quickly and told me he would be waiting in the car. I checked myself in the mirror for the last time and opened the door to leave my room aaand... Saw Dylan.

"We're late.", he said coldly.

"You should go alone. Cole and I will come later.", I snapped.

He opened his mouth as he was going to say something, but then he stopped for a second. "Alright".

I rolled my eyes and tried to make a cool exit. But I realized that you can't really look 'cool' with crutches. I couldn't believe he didn't react even a tiny little bit.

I left the home and found Cole waiting in car as he said before. I tried to quickly get in the car but... Those crutches always made things hard for me.

***

"Seems like you didn't even injure your leg.", doctor said.

"Huh?"

"The doctor who took care of you... He wasn't really a doctor yet. We let medicine students work here to gain some experience. So it was just a rookie mistake."

I remembered that I overreacted a little bit. As I told before,I don't really have a high tolerance for pain. And... I might have yelled at the doctor that I broke my leg. So I didn't want to push the subject and be "the bigger one".

"That means I'll get rid of that itchy torturing thing that comes from hell?", I asked skeptically.

"Yes."

"Then, can you please take that thing out. Please. As soon as possible because I'm kind of dying here..."

After dealing with those stuff I could finally walk freely. But my freedom didn't last very wrong. I was captured by Cole and forcefully taken to the university.

I had forgotten that Dylan was my classmate. It was unbearable to stay in the same place with him. I was so nervous for no reason and I couldn't stop myself from taking a peek at him every minute. When the lecture was finally over, I rushed to outside to get rid of Dylan. But I had heard him calling my name and I had to stop.

"What?", I said sharply.

"You left your bag there." He handed me my bag.

"OK, thanks.", I grabbed my back and turned my back to leave.

"Oh, so miss attention wh*re decided to get rid of her crutches when she finally got the attention she was seeking for?", said Dylan provocatively.