Sugar Kisses

Chapter 4

2 Days after the crash

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Friday night was definitely a night to remember. But not a night to reminisce.

Okay, maybe a little bit of reminiscing. Mom came to the hospital, she said sorry, I said sorry, Bryan and his friend, who's name I didn't even catch, left, I hugged her and we both cried for a while, the legal stuff was done by her, and it was technically my fault for not watching where I was going, but we'll leave that out.

Today is what's important.

Friday was the first day that I talked to Bryan which means today's the day that I'll start Operation Get Bryan To Like Me. Shut up. The name is still a work in progress.

Forgetting about everything that occurred before the accident, I get out of bed determined to make this day count. But even after being so confident, I stumble over, forgetting I need my new brace to walk properly. Ugh. 

Opening the drawer of the dresser and picking out something I never thought I'd wear. On my sixteenth birthday Adrya got me an outfit that she joked about would probably stay in the back of my closet and never get to see the sun. She was right. Until now.

Pulling on the white lacy halter top and black jean shorts, fumbling slightly, I plug in the curling iron that I got from the bottom drawer of Mom's dresser. Letting it heat up, I connect my iPod to the speakers hooked up around my room. My dad got them for me as a random gift that he occasionally sends.

Bopping my head up and down to the song The Greatest by Sia, I twist a stand of my hair around the curler.

Don't give up. I won't give. Don't give up. No no no.

Fifteen minutes later my natural soft curls have transformed into beautiful big bouncy curls that frame my face flawlessly.

I look at myself in the full-length mirror and that's when the reality of what I'm about to do comes crashing in.

Holy shit this is actually happening.

I'm going to talk to Byran (again) today.

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A giddy smile spreads across my face and stays there even as I make my way to Willow and Lily and Adrya's surprised faces.

I look and feel amazing.

Well except for the stitches on my arm, and the brace on my leg. Hopefully the cute brown fringed boots will make up for that. 

The girls run over to me, so I don't have to walk all the way there.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?! AND WHY WERE WE NOT INFORMED ABOUT THIS?!!" Lily yells, her face twisted in concern.

"Look," I explain, "I was pretty much unconscious the whole weekend, and the other times that I actually was awake, I had to spend doing stupid foot exercises the doctor had taught me. So don't blame me, but I promise I'll update you guys tonight, okay?"

"Why don't you update us RIGHT NO-" Adrya gets cut off as the bell answers that question for me. 

"Tonight, I promise," I say, picking up my book bag, as we walk into the building.

I get strange looks and pointing fingers throughout most of the day until Pre-calc, my first class with Bryan and last one before lunch.

I walk into the class, and sit down at the end, where there is one row left behind me. 

"Okay class please pull out," Mrs. Wilson erupted into a heaving round of coughs, allowing the rest of the class to snicker at the last couple of words out of her mouth. With a final silencing glare at the class she continued, "Excuse me. Please pull out your revision worksheet from yesterday."