Impossible

Ch. 9

A/N: ( Sorry I'm skipping so much, I promise you'll find out why soon (: x )

*4 WEEKS LATER*

"Milk or water?"

A firm voice annoyingly asked me.

"Water, please"

I answered the gruff Lunch lady as I quickly passed by.

Yes, I was back to school.

It's been 4 weeks later since I was released from the hospital, unfortunately having to spend all that time resting at home. I got a concussion from hitting my head on the ground so roughly, and these past 4 weeks I've had trouble keeping my attention. So, to solve my issue, I simply did my missed homework from  home. My mom has kept me on an "all-inclusive healing plan" and still hasn't given me my phone or Mac back.

I'm having withdrawals.

She's told me that some "cute young man" has visited our door a few times to "ask for my hand in marriage", but she had to decline. I swear she's the stupidest little shit I know, but I have to love her.

I only got a few visits from Lacey to deliver my stacks of homework I somehow was supposed to complete.

I don't get school.

"Mica! Hey, Mica!"

I snapped out of my trance to see Lacey waving me over to our table. I know what your thinking. "I thought she moved your a shit writer", but in my recovery she convinced her dad to let her come back and attend our school. He even let her get an apartment. My parents won't even let me leave the house without giving me a lecture on "safe driving" and "drugs are bad, stay in school."

I just don't even know with my family anymore.

I stumbled over to our small, six person table, already feeling dizzy from the hunger that roamed through my stomach.

I plopped down in my chair, and scanned the table.

12 people were squeezed into this small, round table. Most of my friends were there, and some of Lacey's old friends had joined our friendly table. I enjoyed listening to the conversations around me, getting a few laughs from stories my friend, Monica, told me. I love talking, but when it came to lunch I just wanted to eat uninterrupted. We only had 25 minutes to eat, and I planned on using all the time I would get.

After chugging my milk and scarfing down my chicken sandwich, I pushed myself up from the table and quickly made a b-line for the bathroom. I glanced at my running watch, noticing I had 5 minutes before we were released.

You can do this c'mon run, run, run!

I chanted internally to myself as I rushed to the restrooms. 3 minutes later I was finished, and practically sprinting back to my table to grab my things, when a muscular arm stretched in front of path, resting against the cool, brick walls.

"Mica."

His voice breathed out softly.

"Jason?"

I looked into a pair of gorgeous blue eyes, recognizing the shade immediately. Those eyes are what I've dreamed about for a looong time.

Shut up you loser, and listen he's talking!

"-I just wanted to know if you were okay. I tried to visit you a few times since I rescued you, but they said it was family only and wouldn't let me in. I didn't know when you got released, either, so I never knew I could catch you at your house. So how are you?"

My expression turned for gentle to shocked.

"W-what? Y-you rescued me? Why?"

"No one told you it was me who helped you out?"

He looked confused, and I swore I saw a bit of disappointment in his clear, blue eyes.

"No... honestly no one told me about what happened. I don't remember anything that happened after all you guys went to the locker room."

"Oh.. well, um, now you know I guess. Your sure you don't remember anything? Not even who beat you?"

I winced at his last words. I didn't like to think that I was too weak to defend myself against my anonymous attacker.

"I wish I did, I really do. I'd beat their ass back."

He chuckled.

"I'd help you. If you remember anything, and I mean anything, come talk to me about it. I want to handle this."

His words had a warm and cold tone to them, hinting at the ass beating sure to come once I remembered. If I remembered.

"You really don't have to I can handle it."

"No, Mica. No one can beat a woman and get away with it. Girl or boy, I'll kick the shit out of them for beating my-"

The bell cut his threatening sentence short.

He blinked rapidly, realizing what he was saying, and removed his arm from it's place. He leaned down to me,

"We'll talk later"

He whispered to me and took long, quick steps away from my confused self.

I walked slowly back to my lunch table, the words Jason spoke sinking in.

Only one thought ran through my head as I gathered my things and headed to my 4th period class:

What the fuck just happened?

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