Way Back When - Winx Club Fanfiction

Chapter 8: Footballs to the face

Chapter 8: Footballs to the face

I woke up from a deep sleep. I had an appointment with the
doctor today at 10. I better start getting ready!
I got out of bed and put my fluffy bunny slippers on. It was
still 8 in the morning and I wanted to do some un-packing
before I leave later in the morning.
I brushed my teeth and put my hair in a bun before walking
out towards the boxes in the middle of my room.
My dad came up last night a little after 10:00 to drop off my
stuff.
So far, I've unpacked half of my wardrobe and my bath stuff,
and no, I haven't changed my sheets yet!
I picked up the first box I saw and placed it on the bed.
I layed everything neatly so I would be able to see what I'd
be putting away.
I had some posters of my favorite singers, some art stuff, a
photo album, and a little picture frame with pink linings and
clear diamonds with the words "Best Friends" at the bottom.
I picked up the picture frame and examined it for a while.
It was a picture of Brandon and I when we were six at the
park eating ice cream.
I smiled at the memory of Brandon and I.
Man do I miss those days…
Speaking of picture frames, I just can't get the picture
frame I threw at the wall when I was having one of my
episodes out of my head.
I just don't get it. It made a loud clash, but when I ran my
fingers over it, I felt no cracks.
So weird, and super creepy.
I shook off my thought of it. I had other things I had to do.
Thinking about all the things wrong with my life and the bad
and mysterious karma I've been getting should be saved for
another time.
I put the picture frame on top of my nightstand where both
my wallet and phone was.
Bloom had been texting me non stop last night asking how
I've been and If was practically dying right there. I guess
she really cares.
To be honest with you, I've never actually had a friend who
cared as much as Bloom.
… At least I don't think so.
I sat back down on the bed and opened up the photo album.
The photo album had pictures of Brandon and I while we were
growing up.
I looked through the pages one by one and read the captions
under them.
On the first page, it had a picture of Brandon, Beth his mom,
Bryan his dad, my dad, my, mom, and me.
The picture was in the hospital supposedly after my mom gave
birth to me. My parents were there when Beth gave birth to
Brandon, so they were there when mom gave birth to me.
Brandon is only a month or two older than me, so we were
both babies in the picture.
On the next page there was a picture of Brandon and I
sleeping in the same crib together. Boy weren't we cute?
The next page had a picture of Brandon and I on our first
birthday. Since our birthday was only a month apart, our
parents decided to share a birthday party.
Brandon and I were both seated on a high chair with a bowl
of chocolate and vanilla ice cream.
The page next to it had a picture of Brandon and I when we
were playing tag. I looked about 2 or three.
When I turned the next page I screamed out loud.
There, right infront of me was a picture of Brandon and I,
butt naked, taking a "bath" in the sink.
Dude, why the heck did my parents take a picture of this.
I better hide this picture somewhere else, someday on the
road of my life, my parents will try to blackmail me and kick
me out of the house using the most embarrassing pictures
from my childhood.
Oh well, that's one less picture to worry about.
The rest of the pictures where of Brandon, me, and our
parents.
It was arranged in a time line. From our little infant years,
too my last days in Gardenia.
The last page had a picture of Brandon holding a picture of
my tiara with me next to him. We both looked sad but smiled
anyways.
The one next to it was taken unexpectedly. It was a picture
of when Brandon and I hugged before I left.
That was the last picture I took with him since I left…
…
It was a quarter to ten and I was already dressed up.
I already finished unpacking all my things and yes, I changed
my bed sheets!
My room had a summery theme to it.
The bed had Blue, purple, orange, yellow, and red spots all
over it with matching pillows.
I had already set up my books and pictures in there desired
place.
If I'm totally honest with myself I'd say I did a good job.
I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. My dad already left
to work.
He rarely waits for me to wake up to say bye to me. All he
does is leave. I'm pretty sure he does the same with my
mother.
I walked over to the cabinet and got out a box of fruitloops.
Then, I got the milk, bowl, and spoon.
I chewed on my breakfast quietly and waited for my mom to
come down.
By the time mom was finished getting ready, I was done with
my breakfast.
Mom was dressed in her business suit and had her hair done in
a tight bun.
She leaned against the entrance to the kitchen. "ready to go
Stella?"
"mm", I responded as I got up from the counter and walked
towards the door.
I made sure I had my wallet, phone, and keys before I fully
exited the house.
We walked over to the car and drove to the medical center.
The building was mostly Black and had a shimmery affect to it
with about 4 glass doors in every side of the building.
I got out of the car and let my mom find a parking spot.
Right now, I had to go and get checked in.
The clinic was in the 3rd floor on room 288, Dr. Goldstein.
Dr. Goldstein was my old doctor when I was little. I was
booked for a checkup since they wanted to check up on the
little incident that happened to me when I was 6.
Brandon used to go to checkups with me here. But not for
moral support, well he was moral support but he wouldn't
come here if he didn't need to.
Doctor Goldstein was our doctor…
I checked in at the counter and sat at the waiting room for a
while.
The clinic didn't change as much since I left. They only added
an aquarium, a flatscreen tv, and re-furnished the floor. The
rest was the same.
I got called in to the room about 5 minutes later.
The nurse brought me into the room across the hall and had
me sit on the bed while she got some stuff.
They did the usual routine that they did to me when I was
little.
Check my pulse, get my weight, draw some blood, and take my
height.
I'm actually very tall. My height is 5'10, so it gives me the
advantage to talkdown on people
I was laying on the bed when the doctor came in. He also
ages fast but not as fast as Taylor.
He was still the same plump man only about 1 foot shorter
than me.
"Hello Stella" Dr. Goldstein said to me as he opened his
clipboard and took out a pen.
"Hi" I said back
"My have you grown" he said as he chuckled "Still eating
icecream?"
"um, yes" I replied. What was this man doing?
"Well stop cause it isn't healthy for you!"
"Excuse me?" I asked confused.
All he did was chuckle.
"You've definitely grown a lot taller since the last time you've
been here, your weight is good so you've definitely been
eating well, and your blood results are great! Now all we
have to do is check your head."
This my friends, is the part I hate…
Dr. Goldstein put on some gloves and got his flash light. He
took my head and pushed my body forward a little as he
touched the spot where I got hurt.
When I was about 5, I was playing on the streets with
Brandon and I got hit by a car.
I was sent to the hospital and found out that I got head
trauma. I had to wear a neckbrace and stay in the hospital
for weeks.
They had to do surgery on me since my skull cracked open. For
a 5 year old getting hit by a medium sized van, I took a big
blow.
So now, I'm left with stitches and scalp wounds on the back
of my head.
The Doctor ran his finger gently on the stiches and moved the
flash light closely towards my wounds.
Finally, he spoke.
"Well, none of your stitches had opened up, and your wounds
seem to be healing. But just in case… Tell me Stella, have you
gotten any headaches, felt suffocated, had vision
deprivation, killer stomach aches, and felt like vomiting
constantly?"
Aww crap, this guy's good
"You have to be honest with me Stella, cause if you have, we
may be on to something more than just head trauma"
Aw man dude, what do I say? I have been having those exact
symptoms for the past month. If I tell him, he'll do more
stuff to my head, I most definitely don't want that to
happen, but if I don't tell him…
"Nope, none, nada, I'm perfectly fine" I said as I put on a
sweet smile.
"Really?" the doctor asked me one more time only with his
voice more stern "Really?"
All I did was nod.
He examined my facial expression for a while before smiling.
"Great!" He said as he skipped out of my room to the next
patient's.
What a weird man…
I walked out of the room and signed out before I walked down
to the car.
As I walked down the stairs, I felt an immense pain hit the
front of my face. And It wasn't from one of my episodes.
Oh no… this, was far from that.
… I just got hit in the face with a giant football…
The group of jocks said a loud "ohh" as I rubbed my face and
got my senses back.
I looked at the group of Jocks staring at me, almost all with
a look of regret on their face.
… Almost …
There were about 10 jocks in front of the clinic, and only one
was laughing his head off.
I glared at the boy until he stopped laughing. He had brown
hair with bangs parting on top of his left (or right, only one
eye) eye, chocolate colored eyes, a tan skin tone, and a very
well built body.
He just looked at me with a sheepish smile and just shrugged.
I had to admit that it was kinda cute, but I wasn't going to
let my feelings take over.
Cause when Stella bear gets mad Stella bear gets really mad,
and boy, I was beyond mad…
I shook off the fact that he looked oddly familiar and picked
up the football.
Then… I threw the football straight as his face, only for the
ball to miss and hit the only place a male should never get hit.
Once the skin made contact with the ball it made a large
sound. When the boy grunted in pain, it made the sound
bigger.
The other jocks winced when another wave of pain washed
over their leader as he kneeled on the ground, a hand over
his private.
Okay, I seriously didn't mean to hit him there! I really didn't!
But he got me mad!
When he finally looked up at me, I felt a small smile of
satisfaction creep onto my face.
The boy glared at me as he rose from the ground, two other
jocks, one with blonde hair, another with magenta, helped him
up.
To be honest with you, I would've flipped him off. But, I'm
not like that.
Soooo… I stuck my tongue at him, something to which he
acted as if I did something very offensive.
Oh well. He earned it.
"What's your problem?" He called out to me.
"I don't know, what's yours?" I called back "By the way,
there's a clinic right infront of you, I highly suggest you go
and get that" I motioned towards the spot he got hit "checked
out."
"ohhh" The other jocks said as the Brown eyed stranger just
shook his head and limped into the clinic, 5 other jocks
following lead.
I looked at the jocks that stayed behind and gave them my
personal death glare as they remained silent and backed away
from me.
Oh they better…
I walked over to the car and sat at the front seat
My mom was in the car, but I don't think she saw the not so
little incident that happened just a few minutes ago.
I put on my black shades as my mom rolled the windows down.
The jocks were still there so I decided to give them a little
spook. Right when we passed by them, I moved my shades a
little below my eyes and lifted an eye brow while glaring.
The jocks seemed to get the memo and moved back even
more… exept for one of them who was waving happily.
Weird kid.
As we drove home I couldn't help but wonder what jocks were
doing at a medical clinic.
Oh wait… now I know. Walden Garden High is right across the
street, and the clinics parking lot is as big as a football field.
But if those guys go to Walden High, than that means I might
come face to face with the Brown haired guy.
And I am not looking forward to that!