Logan's POV
My mind drift back to Shay every time I try to focus on my homework. I huff in frustration as I intently stare at a question. I wonder what Shay's doing right now. I bet she's taking care of Gabe, I smile at the thought. Wait, stop thinking about her dammit. I run my hands in my hair and slam my pencil on the table. I give up.
I try to deny the feeling I have for her. It's not like I love her. I just may have a teensy weensy crush on her. But I don't get why every time I grab her arm she flinches or wince. I frown, maybe I grabbed her too hard. I shake my head inwardly and try to think about other things.
A ring tone cuts me out of my thought.
"Hello?" I ask not recognizing the number.
"Hey babe" I hear a high pitched voice say, I frown.
"Do I know you?" I ask.
The person lets out a laugh, that sounded like a hyena. "It's me Veronica, silly. Don't you remember me?"
"I do, and I specifically told you to leave me alone." I say, regretting flirting with her on the first day here.
"But baby-"
"Don't call me that." I interrupted .
"I thought we had a connection." She says ignoring my comment.
"How the hell did you even get my number?" I ask confused.
"That's not important. What's important is that we are going to look so cute toge-" I sigh and rub my temple.
"First of all stop talking like that, you sound like a baby. And second of all I don't want to date you, get it through your head. Now don't ever call me again and leave me alone. Forever." I say cutting the call before I can let her object.
I sigh in irritation, now I have to change my phone number. Just as I was going to leave the room my phone rings again.
"For gods sake I told yo-" I stop mid sentence, wait this isn't Veronica's number. I look down and see that it's another phone number. I don't know this number either.
I hear muffled sobbing on the end. "Hello? Is someone there?" I ask slightly panicking.
"Lo- Logan, Sh- sh- Shay is- isn- isn't wa- wakin u- up." I try to make out the words but it's pretty hard when the other person is sobbing hysterically.
"Gabe?" I ask, recognizing his voice. I hear him hiccuping on the end and I notice that he's crying.
"Hey Gabe. What's wrong?" I ask him trying to reassure him.
"Shay wo- won't wake u- up." He says still sobbing but it subdued a little so I can understand what he's saying.
"Hold on I'm coming straight there okay? Can you tell me your address?" I ask him running towards my car already turning it on with shaky hands. He tells me the address and I drive there, already over the speed limit. My mind is racing with a billion question. What happened to her? Is she okay? She has to be. I mean it's Shay, she has to live.
I drive into the side of the street and race towards the house. The door is slightly cracked open so I come in hesitantly.
"Gabe?"
"He- here, hur- hurry." I hear him close by. I run towards what seems like the living room that's furniture is literally destroyed. I see Gabe hunching over a body and I walk closely and I see that it's Shay. Pools of blood is surrounding her body and I immediately rush by her side and carry her out of the house, Gabe trailing behind me. I lay her in the backseat careful not to hurt her. Gabe sits in the passenger seat and I drive out, heading for the hospital.
We're almost there Shay, stay with us.
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When we arrive at the hospital I immediately gather Shay in my arms and rush for the entrance. All of the doctors take her in and I stand there not knowing what to do. The receptionist points at the waiting area and I take Gabe's hand in mine and we head for the uncomfortable chairs that's there. I sit down and bury my face in my hands and I sigh. What happened to her? She looks like a person who can take care of her self. I look beside me and see Gabe still hiccuping a little, looking worried.
"Gabe she's going to be all right." I say trying to reassure him. He looks at me with tears in his eyes but he still nods. He's a brave kid.
Now all I have to do is just convince myself that she's going to be all right.
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After exams everyone is happy and then instantly sad when you see your teacher handing out homework. You just have to ruin it.
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Saving Shay
Teen FictionShay Whiteley isn't ready for this. But consider it a good thing. ___ This is a very fictional book. Nothing is real, it's all made up in my very clichéd mind. Read at your own risk. Currently editing. By the way there's a panic at the disco lyric i...
