How do you get back at your childhood tormentor from middle school? To Milana Cavallero, the answer is simple: just crash every party he throws, until his senior year ends. Of course, that's easy when your single dad is a local police officer. Alway...
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I AM GOING TO DO THIS. There is no turning back now, if I go inside and leave back out without a word or without him explaining the situation, I would humiliate my own self and I'm sure my soul wouldn't appreciate it. Also Dre and Caroline. The nurse informed that Franco is awake and no longer unconscious. He is slowly healing himself from the cuts he had gotten earlier, but of course, his black eye can't disappear soon. Even if it was from last week, just shows how badly he got knocked punched in the face.
I slowly opened the door to the patient's room, in this case, Franco's. It was dark. But fortunately the light above the headboard shined on top of Franco's dark brown hair, making it look a lighter color than usual. I bit my lip before entering inside with quite some tippy toes. Feeling the room was warmer than the cold air conditioner outside the hospital corridor. My eyes never leaft his body looking like a corpse inside a coffin but he was awake and he knew someone was coming in.
Gently closing the door, I walked towards his bed, a little shakily I must say. God, don't chicken out. I wish to be a little more silent, but the short heels glued to my flats is breaking that thought. Even if he knew someone was here, his eyes are still directed towards the window. The red orange beaming out the sky across the landscape. His long lashes battered up and down below the dimmed lights. Even though his face is as paler now like as the white sky, he still looks attractive like he was.
"Hey." I softly greeted as I nervously plopped my bum onto the chair beside his bed.
I wanted to make myself comfortable, but at the same time, my heart is racing as fast as a ferrari. Yeah that is how I describe it. After a minute of being silent, I knew he wasn't going to greet me back. But at the same time, he looked a little surprise as soon as he heard my voice. He probably wasn't expecting my company, especially myself alone that is.
"Your mum dropped by your apartment to take care of the twins, if that's okay." I informed, biting my lip as I saw his hands slightly twitched. Was it because I mentioned his mother?
"You alright?" I proceed to ask. Still no answer. Of course he's not alright, what the hell are you thinking?
"You wanna talk about it?" I suggested. I raised my eyebrow, holding my hands together as I nervously scratched the goosebumps that appeared on my arm. He shook his head, finally. At least a gesture is more than enough. But I still wouldn't want a shake in the head, I wanted a nod instead.
"Franco," I blurted out. Well that's the first time I ever said his name in front of him, and to be honest, I didn't think it was this easy. "it's better to let it out than to bottle it in. It makes things even harder if you keep everything inside of you." I advised. It has been about twenty seconds and he still didn't answer me.
