Empty Promises // s.m.

Shocked.

"Should we tell her?"

"I don't know. I think she will be too upset."

"I don't want her to be disappointed."

I groan and sit up, hearing hushed whispers. The whispers stop and I open my eyes to Noah and Nash staring at me, wide-eyed.

"What?" I mumble, rubbing sleep out of my eyes.

"Um- Mom and Dad are at work. We have to watch you. You can't go back to school for a couple days." Noah shifts between his crutches.

"Okay?" I look to Nash. "Why do you guys look so anxious?"

They look at each other before Nash sits down next to me. "I don't want to alarm you, alright? I don't think it's good for you."

I furrow brows. "Someone please just cut to the chase."

"Shawn left earlier this morning." Nash blurts out.

I feel like I got all the air knocked out of me. Frantically, I look at my clock to read 7 am. "Why didn't you wake me up? Why didn't he wake me up?"

"Paisley, he didn't want us to wake you up. He didn't want you to know when he was leaving." Noah looks down.

"But, I'm his best friend. I'm his girlfriend. Why would he do that?" I bite my lip, a tear running down my cheek.

"Oh, Paisley." Nash wraps his arms around me and I sob into his shoulder.

I don't understand. We seemed okay yesterday. He sang to me. I just want him.

"We have to go to the hospital. They want to x-ray your arm again. I know they said it was a strained muscle, but they just want to make sure." Noah coughs to interrupt our little moment.

I nod, wiping away tears with my right hand. "Who's driving us?"

"That would be me." Brad pops his head into my room. "Wow, this is Paisley Jones's room. Hm." He smirks.

I roll my eyes and swing my legs over the side of the bed. "Why are you here?"

"Did you not just hear me?" Brad sighs. "I'm driving you guys to the hospital."

"Who is he again?" Nash mutters beside me.

"Co-worker and friend." I shrug, standing up and heading to my closet to put something on.

"Why was she crying?" I hear Brad ask quietly once I'm far enough away from them.

"Shawn left without saying goodbye." Noah mutters.

"Douche." Brad comments.

I grab a pair of leggings and one of Shawn's sweatshirts before turning into my bathroom. I look like a wreck. My face has a whole bunch of scratches on it and the crying definitely did not suit me. I brush my teeth quickly before changing into the new clothes. I brush my hair into a pony tail and spray myself with perfume. When I walk back out, Brad is the only one left sitting on my bed.

"Where did the other two go?" I slip on some moccasins and play with the gauze on my left hand.

"Waiting downstairs." Brad answers. Next thing I know, he has his arms wrapped around me. "I was scared."

"Scared of what?" I breathe.

"You wouldn't wake up. You're one of my closest friends right now, believe it or not." He pulls away and kisses my forehead. "Don't be caught up on Shawn today. Maybe he has a valid reason for not waking you up."

"Maybe." I bite my lip, unconvinced.

"Come on." Brad walks out my room with me trailing behind.