I woke up in a bed. It was hard and it had itchy blankets. I sit up and look at my hands, they have needless in them and a drip is setup beside me. I take a deep breath and try to calm myself.
She was drunk, just typically drunk. She must had been angry because that's what alcohol does to her.
I press the emergency nurse button and wait a few minutes until a woman in scrubs rushes to me.
"What's wrong?" The lady with through grey hair says.
"What's happened?" I ask and look down at my arms.
"You tripped and fell down the stairs."
I grit my teeth. She's lying about what she did. I hear the heart monitor beep faster as I continue to be angry.
"Are you ok? Calm down, please Miss." The nurse begs me, I shake my head. I see her reach into her pocket and pull out a syringe, I cringe into the bed. She gives me a sorry look and soon I feel sleepy.
"You...you bi-"
I passed out.
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I walk into school with a normal expression on my face. I wait at my locker for Jay, I go through my books and I soon see a shadow next to me. I smile and turn around.
"Hi," I say but choke as I see it isn't Jay.
"Hey," a guy from the football team says. I swallow.
"Wha- what are you doing here?" I stutter. Why would Mike be here?
"I just wanted a friendly chat, is that so bad?" He smirks. I just shake my head with a goofy smile.
"Good," he says and grabs my hand.
"So what are your interests?" He asks.
"Well, I love singing. It's my passion. What about you? I mean do you want to do football as a profession?" I answer, biting my lip.
"I don't mind football, I wouldn't do it forever though. I'd rather be a writer," he says and nods his head at one of his friends.
"A writer? I don't even see you in my English classes."
"I take classes outside of school," he answers.
"Awesome," I say and look around.
Jay stares at me.
I back away from Mike.
"I'm sorry." I apologise and run towards Jay. He turns his back on me, I run faster and crash into him. He lands with a thud and I lay on top of him.
"What?" He asks.
"I'm sorry," I apologise. I get off him and help him up. He stares at me.
"Ok," he says, he starts to walk off but I grab his hand.
"I swear, I never saw him after school. He thought I was his girlfriend," I explain. He shrugs and shakes my hand off his. I bite down the feeling of hurt and stare at him.
"Please Jay," I whisper.
"I have to go," he says and walks away. My eyes go teary and I turn around, I walk past Mike and wipe my eyes. I hear him call out my name but I ignore him and keep walking.
"She definitely hasn't heard of a nose job," a voice says and snickers. I turn around with a look of hatred but then I'm met with a shower of a drink. I wipe the drink away from my face and glare at the person who did it. A girl with a milkshake cup stands there with a smirk on her face.
"That's it!" I scream and she throws the cup at me.
I lunge forward and pull my arm back. I scream at her, my heart beating hard and my adrenaline pumping fast in my veins.
And finally I throw my fist at her.
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The Wrong Girl (Lea Michele Fan Fiction)
أدب الهواةBeing at the wrong place at the wrong time can be used to describe me. I was behind the bleachers when the most popular boy approached me, he thought I was his girlfriend and he kissed me. Wrong place. Wrong time. I guess that's how my instant popu...
