Feg

Chapter 2 ~ Andrew Who?

For the rest of the day, my leg felt unaligned. Like it came off and didn't go back on properly, which is probably what actually happened. Thank god the day was over. It was weird to walk with my somewhat banged up fake leg. As I walked down the halls, whispers flew from person to person. I could only assume they were talking about me, and how I actually have a voice.

I finally made it outside, but I then realized that I had left my phone in my locker with my lunch. Stupid me, I thought to myself. By the time I went all the way back to my locker and all the way back outside, everyone had cleared out of the building. Only a few cars were still in the parking lot.

As I began to walk down the street towards my house, my leg completely came off. The Velcro snapped, and the two separated. I yelled out as I fell to the ground, hitting the sidewalk hard with my shoulder. I now why the leg wasn't comfortable. It has created a blister from rubbing back and forth, and I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt. It burned.

No one could see me! I was pretty sure that everyone was gone, but that didn't change anything. My phone has flopped away, hidden in the grass in front of me. It's not like I can just put the leg on again, it would create a bigger wound.

Just as I was about to heave myself up, there came a voice from behind me.

"Hey! Are you alright?!" The male voice said with slight panic. I thought it over. I couldn't go anywhere, I needed help. Needed it bad. I didn't look up as I responded.

"N-no," I said. "C-can you hel-lp me, please," I said in a wavering tone.

"Of course, no problem," the voice said, getting closer.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "Just... Wait," I said.

"Okay, I'll wait," he said. I took a breath in, and blew it out slowly.

"Don't freak out, just don't," I said.

"I won't freak out, now can I help you?" He said calmly. I nodded, and I heard him come closer. I had my leg hissed somewhat behind me, so when he approached from the front, he couldn't see it.

"I'm Andrew," he said, holding out his hand. I reached out, then paused. Did I really want to do this? I didn't have a choice. I took his hand and stood, balancing on one foot.

"I-I'm Lizabeth. Can I use your shoulder?" I asked discreetly.

"Yeah," he said, moving so I could lean on him. I bent down and grabbed the hanging pants leg that he hadn't notice till know.

"This is when you don't freak out," I said. He nodded as I rolled it up, as far as I could go. I could tell he was surprised by his big eyes when he say. I reached out and touched the blister, wincing. It was bad, but I could bare it to walk home. "Could you grab my phone and my leg? I'd go over but..." I laughed softly. He chuckled and nodded, letting me lean on a nearby tree before collecting my things. He brought them over to me and I smiled.

"Thank you, for helping and not freaking out. I didn't catch your last name," I said.

"McClung, Andrew McClung," he said. I froze.

"As in... McClung cars?" I said softly. He nodded.

"Yeah, my grandfather owns the company," he said. I gulped and processed to process this information while attempting to put my leg back on. "Woah woah woah, what are you doing? You can't put that back on," he said. I looked at him skeptically. What would he know about it? "Let me give you a ride home," he said.

"No," I said immediately. "I don't do cars," I said.

"It's just a car," he said, pulling out his keys. "And you have no other way of getting home," he said. Damn, he'd won on that one.

"One ride," I said. He nodded with a toothy grin. He pulled up his car and helped me inside. Once everything was straight, I gave him my address. As he drove, we were silent. Well, were silent, till he spoke.

"Never got your last name either, Lizzums," he said.

"Don't call me Lizzums," I said.

"Totally calling you that. Last name?" He asked again. I took a breath in.

"Simons, Lizabeth Simons," I said. He immediately looked at me, then to my leg, then to the road.

"Oh shit," he muttered.

"Oh shit indeed," I said back.

"I..... I don't know what to say..." He said in a soft tone.

"Don't say anything then. It was a long time ago. Not like you caused it," I said to him.

"It feels like my fault. My grandfathers company is practically my own," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"One car fail doesn't impact a company," I said.

"No, but it impacts lives. Yours, your mothers.... Your fathers and brothers..." He said quietly. I was a little surprised, I didn't think he would honestly care as much as he did.

"I know," I said. He pulled into my drive way and we say there in silence for a few minuets. Just, thinking I suppose. "I better get going, my mom is probably worried," I said. He nodded.

"Do you need any help?" He asked. I nodded. He got out and came to my side, grabbing my stuff before helping me out of the car and up the patio steps to the front door. I rang the door and mom appeared. She smiled until she was the boy next to me holding my leg, and me using him as a balance. Worry came across her as she threw open the door.

"What happened?!" She asked.

"I fell in class, and then outside," I said, going inside. I waved for Andrew to come in, and he did. "Then he found me and helped me," I said. Mom turned to him and smiled.

"Thank you so much!" She said. "What's your name?" She asked.

"Andrew Ross," he said swiftly. I stared at him, wide eyed. Had he just thought of that? Off the spot? Why can't I be that cool...

Wattpad is still being a butt and not letting me publish stuff from my mobile app ugh. If anyone can help, please do. 

---Maddie