Remember Me?

I'm Back (12)

Chloe's POV

I can't believe what I just heard. Ashton called the doctor a prick? No. That couldn't have been him. Well. "Ashton?" I opened my eyes hoping it was just me dreaming. He rushed to my bedside on the verge of tears. "Oh my god baby you're alive." I sighed and nodded, "yeah." "What's wrong? Don't tell me you're upset because you're still alive." I looked down, "no. It's just." I looked at our intertwined fingers. "You called him a prick." I watched as his face dropped. "Baby I'm sorry. I know what that word means to you and I couldn't come up with anythin- wait. How did you know I called him a prick?" "I was in a coma. I can still hear everything you say I just can't respond." His face immediately turned into panic and fear. "Can you tell me everything you heard?"

Ashton's POV

I didn't want her to hear any of that, and now she's saying she could hear me? "I heard everything." Holy fuck. "Baby I'm-" "You didn't let me finish." She held up her finger to silence me, "I heard everything. Your idiotic argument with my doctor, all the shit you kept from me about Taylor, and you threatening the doctor." I looked down, waiting for her to comment on something else. "Calling him a prick?" She shook her head, "I thought we had an agreement."

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"FUCK," I stood up from the bar, looking at my watch. I started to run for the door, immediately crashing into a prudish girl. "Watch where you're going you fucking prick!" She jerked away from me, fear in her eyes. I realized I had a fist clenched, ready to take a swing.

"Oh my god I'm so sorry." Once I realized who it was I immediately tried to comfort her. "No. It's fine I understand." She stood up straight and dusted off her dress, pretending to be tough. "Babe please." She turned her head and her ponytail just missed my nose. "Please baby, I didn't mean it. I didn't know it was you."

That got her attention. "Do you think calling anyone a fucking prick is acceptable?" I tried to interrupt but she stopped me, "Do you know what it fucking means?" She pulled out her phone and shoved it into my face. "Read it," she pushed, "a man regarded as stupid, unpleasant, or contemptible."

"Exactly. First off, I'm not a man. Two, you know I graduated Valedictorian. Three, if I'm that fucking unpleasant just leave me alone." She walked away and I followed her to her house. Fuck my plans. 

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I stayed a few feet away and watched cautiously as she dropped her keys trying to unlock her door, "fuck," she sat down on her front steps and started crying. I couldn't stand watching this happen. I did the only thing I could do- comfort my girlfriend.

I walked up to her and tapped her shoulder. "Go away I'm fine I just realized that maybe I-" she looked up and saw it was me. "Oh." I sat down next to her, out of habit she put her head on my shoulder. "Babe, I'm so sorry." She looked up at me, her makeup running down her soft cheeks, "no. I'm sorry for bothering you." I grabbed her hands and looked her directly in the eyes. "I promise, I will never call anyone a prick every again. I don't want this to happen to anyone ever again. If I call anyone that one word again, I will let you leave me." The last few words word hard to say, but I knew that if it ever does happen, I will know my consequences. "Deal."

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"Deal."

(so like my favorite author in the world is reading this and maybe we can be frens satanuriesays :^) day was made bc of you btw thanks keep reading)