English Accent (The Accents #1)

George freaking Washington

The two control days I was forced to spend in the hospital came and gone. I have to admit, they passed much faster than I predicted them to. As a victim of a concussion, I wasn't allowed to sleep too much, which meant I had to be kept preoccupied so that I wouldn't pass out. My friends took turns staying with me and making sure I was having fun, which usually meant playing scrabble or watching the latest episodes of The Simpsons. I didn't blame them, though, cause I knew they were trying to be helpful. But when I saw Dominic creeping into my room with a bingo board, I decided I've had enough and demanded my laptop.

Yes, I got the pen drive back. And yes, I did catch up with Supernatural.

They also brought me many presents. The hospital food was shitty and reminded me of the time when they had to spoon-feed me when I refused to eat by myself not so long ago. Sierra knew about it and snatched some goodies for me every day. Of course, I wasn't supposed to eat anything other than the fully-energetic, zero-taste hospital meals, but we made sure to get rid of it while I munched on granola bars and sipped milkshakes. The nurse measuring the sugar level in my blood was quite surprised, but I sold her a lie about drinking sweetened tea in the morning. Honestly saying, I don't think she bought it, but as long as she didn't pry, I was completely fine with it.

During these two days, I managed to achieve an impressive collection of gift cards, teddy bears, and balloons. Knowing I hated that crap, Sierra managed to convince everyone to bring me something every day, in which they were all too happy to oblige. Even Max showed up one day with a pink, heart-shaped balloon saying: Get well soon. Screw the fact that underneath it, he added: 'jaw-breaking bitch' WITH a black marker. I was touched by his little show of affection anyway.

I was less happy, though, when I had to drag all of this colorful shit back home on Monday. All of the balloons, teddy bears, pillows and the rest of the crap barely fit in the trunk of my car. Seriously, I don't know how much money they spent on it, but I was sure they would be able to buy a whole wedding outfit for it, shoes and jewelry included. I mean, really, they could buy me one book to read during that time, and I would be happy. Really, I'm not that hard to satisfy.

For a moment, I considered piercing the stupid balloons and giving the stuffed everything to the children on the lower floor, but Sierra figured me out and threatened to black my other eye if she found just one of the things missing. That meant I ended up having to stuff all of this circus into the back of my poor Giulietta.

"If we end up having another accident and damaging her in the process, you're not going to be the only one who's purple around here." I said, pointing to my car.

Sierra rolled her eyes and rounded the car, waving me off.

"Fine, Drama Queen, I'll drive."

"What?"

I stood with my mouth open and watched as she made her way to the driver's seat. She opened the door and paused, raising a brow.

"What what? If you don't want to have a crush, then I should be the one driving."

She did not just say that.

I was struggling for words when I felt a presence behind me. Careful not to do it too forcefully, I turned around slowly just in time to find Dominic staring down at me with a grin plastered to his face.

"What's up, ladies?" He asked in a cheerful tone.

I sighed. Both him and Sierra refused to go to classes today to make sure I got home safely. When I tried telling them I don't have some kind of PTSD, but a slight concussion, they refused to listen and kept bragging about how sick people needed to be supervised twenty-four per seven. That's right. They used the word sick.