The One That Got Away (On-hold and Under Editing)

❤ Eighteen - Looking fine ❤

❤ Chapter Eighteen - Looking fine ❤

The next day morning, I was driven home. I had slept in from eight in the morning to around two in the afternoon, in which I got hungry and went down to get a snack. Peyton helped me, since if I moved to suddenly, my ribs and chest would hurt. But otherwise, I felt very much okay.

"You have to take a shower," Peyton told me as she crinkled her nose.

"Yeah, I know," I said as I finished eating my Nutella sandwich. I hopped off of the kitchen counter and went to my room to take a shower.

I had this weird, white bandage thing wrapped around my torso just under my chest and I had to take my time to take it off. When I finished, I examined my ribs in the mirror. They were a weird purplish color, but it was starting to fade... I hope.

Prodding it with my fingers, I winced and bit my lip. It hurt, but it wasn't as much as I expected. Quickly, I stepped in the shower and tried my best to be gentle when washing my ribs and my face. The bruise in my jaw wasn't painful anymore, since they told me to put frozen peas on it. I was very surprised at how soon everything healed.

When I was done in the shower, I changed into a white skirt that reached just above my knees and re-wrapped the bandage to my torso. After that job was done, I threw on a pinkish-reddish shirt with Aeropostale on it in white cursive.

"Piper?" Peyton called as she knocked on my door.

"Yeah?"

"Blake's here to see you," she said enthusiastically. That brought me up short.

"What?" I asked in disbelief.

"Just come out here!"

Quickly brushing my messy hair, I pulled on my shoes and went down the stairs. Peyton and Blake were in the living room, talking like they've been life-long friends.

"Peyton?" I whispered, my eyes still on Blake. Peyton turned around and walked towards me while Blake waved at me slightly.

"I thought you hated him!" I whisper-shouted when she was close enough to hear.

She laughed. "He visited you last night in the hospital, so I thought you guys were good now. Honestly, he seems sorry for what he said to you."

Glancing at Blake again, I bit my nails. "He's asking if he could hang out with you today," Peyton added. I sighed and pushed past her to Blake. When I was standing in front of him, I put my hands on my hips.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"First of all," he started, "I never properly apologized for what I said to you. So here it goes..."

Blake sucked in a deep breath and exhaled. "I'm sorry." I couldn't help but smirk at him.

"What else?" I asked.

He stood up and I took a step backwards. "Umm... I was wondering if we could hang out today, you know. We haven't been in good terms lately and I thought--"

"Yeah, okay," I interrupted him.

"Wait, are you sure you're feeling okay? If you need to rest, it's okay. I understand."

I shook my head. "No, I'm fine. Let's go."

Blake gave me a worried look, then nodded. We bid Peyton goodbye then walked out the door.

"So where do you want to hang out?" I asked him.

"Well, where do you want to hang out?" he asked me. He was wearing a dark blue v-neck shirt and a plaid black and blue button-down with black jeans.