Breaking The Rules

Chpt. 7

Breaking The Rules

Chapter seven.

Previously on Breaking The Rules.

"Come on, we have to get this checked out Bree.." Noah helped me off the bed.

"Here just get on my back." He smiled before turning around.

"You might want to put a shirt on first." I said, but honestly, I wish I could burn all of his shirts just so I could see his abs everyday.

"Oh yeah, almost forgot." He smirked before walking over to his closest and grabbing a white t shirt. He still had the same white basketballs shorts on, and his hair was still messy. I liked it like that.

"Okay, now hop on." I jumped on his back as he held tightly onto my upper leg, making sure he didn't touch my knee.

I layed my head in the crook of his neck, enjoying the time I had while he held me..

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"Is there something wrong?" I asked the doctor. There was a worried look on her face that was making me nervous.

"It looks like you've messed up your knee rarely bad this time. I'm gonna need to ask you a few simple questions." She held out a clip board in front of her and sat down.

Luckily, all the boys came in with me. Why were they all so worried about me? It's just my knee..

"Okay." She said grabbing a pen from her desk, "where did you fall down on?"

"Hardwood floor." I simply answered.

"Where at?"

I pointed at Noah, "his house."

"Why does that matter?" He questioned the doctor. His tone made it obvious that he didn't like coming here either.

She ignores his question, "is this the boyfriend?" She smirks, making me blush.

I looked at him, "no."

"Oh, we'll then I'm going to have to ask you to stay quite." She looked over at him, making Noah even more mad.

"And what if she was my girlfriend?" He raised his voice. Why is he being so...dramatic?

"Noah.." I whisper. He looked at me and nodded.

"Anyways," the doctor said, "Have you had any past troubles with this knee before?"

"Yes, I had surgery on it last year.." I continued to look at her and then back at Noah repeatedly. It's like my eyes were drawing to him.

"What was the cause of the surgery?" She wrote a few words down on her clipboard.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "We don't have to talk about that.. Skip that question." My heart started beating rapidly. She realized the look on my face and nodded.

Noah looked confused, along with Jake and Travis. I'm actually really happy they're here.. At four o'clock in the morning with me.

"Okay, we'll I can get some more information whenever you come back next week. We will give you some antibiotics that will last you a full seven days." She explains and I nod.

Whenever we were done with this, Noah carried me out again.

"Sir, you know we have will chairs?" A young man asked him.

"I know, I want to carry her." He held onto me tighter, making me feel oddly safe.

I'm surprised Travis and Jake aren't making a big deal out of him carrying me, but I'm sure if his other friends saw this, they would flip the fuck out.

Only because he is breaking the senior rule.

And you're not aloud to break the rules..