Because it was Love.

Sparks

Hey guys! I know what you'll are thinking. WHERE HAVE WE BEEN FOR MORE THAN A YEAR??!?! I don't even know where I should begin to explain.....but basically to sum it all up, both of us writers had a rough year my friend and I has been real busy. I know that's not a reasonable explanation but please try to understand that things happen in life and sometimes we don't have any control over it.

Except for me, I was mostly lazy hehe....I'm sorry that was a joke...sort of *sweats profusely*I mean there were times where I was able to update but I kept postponing...I'm really sorry :((( 

On another note, THANK YOU SO MUCH for all you fellow readers who were there from the beginning (which was back in 2014) until now and WELCOME BACK my loves!!! :) My friend and I are so grateful for you'll for being faithful to us all this time. Also we are so sorry for not updating regularly and going on loong hiatuses! :( We promise to never leave for too long <3

And for those of you who are new here, WELCOME! and I hope you enjoy this story! :)

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Chapter 20

-Awya's POV-

It has been a week already and I have not seen nor spoken to Lohan after he dropped me off! Has he given up on me already? Was I being too hard to get? He hasn't reached me for an entire week. I constantly checked my phone for a message or a call that I missed. Stalking him on social media wasn't helpful at all. He seems to have the time of his life out there ignoring me. While I was moping over him Wicky has been nothing but a darling. He helped me with the work I've missed in school and the gossip too, I realized after days of never ending gossip I've missed a lot.

My so called girlfriend made it an occasional thing to come see me often too since well I have a hot guy around me almost all the time, Wiyanna seems to have a thing for him. Not that I minded it, however sadly though I couldn't see Wicky responding to her well. He sometimes seem to ignore her completely except for in between "okay's and thank's" However all in all I was not lonely. I enjoyed company, the peaceful, quiet and the healthy one. My heart however seems to disagree, it missed the snappy comments of mine, the sarcasm, and the involuntary sparks when a particular person was around me.

However though despite my desperation I was slowly regaining my strength. Been able to go to the washroom and having your alone time rather than having a ruggedly handsome guy outside pounding the door every thirty seconds asking are you done yet pooping was a relief. For the past entire week imagine what I had to deal with. I cannot complain about Wicky's cooking skills. That man could make a bowl of tasteless porridge taste like a bowl of Elixir and trust me I'm not exaggerating.

After an entire two weeks of been cared for it was finally the day to take my cast off. Dad ended up taking me to the hospital. The drive there was silent and uncomfortable. We never had anything common to talk about, he was genuinely a quiet man and rarely tried making conversation. Just to end the awkward silence he did make small inquiries about my leg and its constant pain sprouts. I replied with much enthusiasm I could gather however though I still couldn't ease the thick tension between us. We arrived 9 past 10 at the hospital and sat facing a colorful painting of a beautiful woodland scenery. Dr.Wenington arrived 20min passed nine. Giving a brief nod he smiled and walk towards me, "How are you pretty face?"

I blushed a reddish pink and mumble a how are you before replying with a quick "I'm good" I replied shyly. I really wasn't accustomed to being complimented.

My dad stood there awkwardly hovering at my leg while the doctor with the aid of a nurse got rid of the cast. The wounds were significantly healed however though the grotesque marks of a cut was plastered on my leg. I grimaced, surviving with that thing wasn't going to be easy.