Coincidence -Omaha Boys-

"I'm Wesley."

Jack Gilinsky

"T?" I answered; cautious because there was a chance I would get yelled out, but none the less I answered eagerly because I wanted to hear her voice and make sure she was safe. I surprised because she called me, I was thinking I would be the last person she would call.

"Hello?" A male voice spoke on the other side.

"Who is this? Why do you have Tiffany's phone?" I asked confused.

"I'm Wesley," he said. "I don't know how to say this but your friend Tiffany has been in an car accident. Your contact was the opened on the screen so I called."

"Oh my god." I rushed.

"She is being transported to the hospital right now, alongside me." He said.

"Shit, okay I'll be right there." I said and hung up the phone. I clicked Johnson's contact and listened to the tortuous ring go all the way to his voicemail. "Fuck." I shouted once I stopped at a red light.

Nate's name came up as I scrolled threw my contacts and I pressed the call button. He answered after a few rings. "G! Did you find her?"

"She's at the hospital, she got in a car accident." I shout as I drive down the road, "Get your guys asses there!" I shout and hung up.

I got to the hospital in a few minutes and I rushed in.

"Tiffany Johnson?" I asked quickly and harshly to the lady at the front desk.

She gave me a confused look as to who Tiffany is.

"She was just brought in, car accident." I said quickly.

"Hey?" A guy came up to the desk, I turned to look at him. "I'm Wesley."

"Oh my god, what's going on? Is she okay?" I asked quickly. I inspected him, he's young and had a few cuts on his face and arms.

"I don't know what happened exactly, it was so fast. I don't know if she is okay, they took her back somewhere after we got here." He said. "She was unconscious in the ambulance."

I rubbed my hand down my face.

"I only knew her first name from you on the phone so that's all I gave them. They handed me this to fill out for her but I don't know her, so here." He said handing me a clip board and a pen.

I sighed and took it. "Thanks." I mumbled and sat down in a chair in the waiting area only a few feet away. He followed and sat down across from me.

"So who are?" He asked.

"Jack," I answer.

"No like what are up to her?" He laughed.

"Um," I searched my brain. "Ex? Friend? I don't know, complicated." I sighed and filled out her name. Tiffany Johnson.

"G?" I looked up and Johnson, Sam, Stassie, Nash, Hayes and Nate were there.

"Where is she?" Sam said quickly.

"Is she okay?" Johnson added just as fast.

"What happened?"

"What's the doc said?" They all kept adding in.

"Guys, I don't I know." I said. "Wesley said they took her back when they got here and that she was unconscious on the ambulance."

"Wesley?" Johnson questioned.

"Him," I pointed to Wesley who was sat in a chair. "He's the one who called me."

"Hi." Wesley said standing up. "I was in the other car." He said.

"You need to go get checked out." Stassie said to him. "You have cuts all over your arms and face,"

"I was checked on the ambulance while I called Jack here." Wesley pointed to me.

"Johnson, fill these out." I hand him the clipboard.

We all sat down and waited eagerly for news.

"So," Wesley said trying to break the silence. "Names? Relation to Tiffany?"

"Jack J." Johnson mumbled as he filled out the lines on the paper. "Brother."

"Nate." Nate raised his hand. "Best friend."

"Sam. Best friend, he isn't best friend."

"Stassie, best friend for real."

"Nash, friend because I'm not getting into that best friend shit with them."

"Hayes, same as Nash."

I rolled my eyes at them. "Best friend." I mumble and gave a small laugh. "She hates us all right now."

I guess I didn't mumble it quiet enough because Sam heard. "Yeah she hates us right now because your stupid ass couldn't man up and tell her shit." He spat at me.

"I couldn't man up, you had multiplied times to tell her; you all did, but you didn't. I'm in as much blame as you guys too."

"Hey, is she okay?" Cameron walked up.

"What the fuck are you doing here."

"Johnson texted me." He said. "So chill."

"G, he had to know." Johnson said not looking up from the papers and I rolled my eyes.

A phone went off and Wesley jumped. "Oh here." He said and pulled out Tiffany's phone and handed it over to me.

What was I suppose to do with it? I questioned my self as I stared down and the black screen.

I started to think about tonight after she left. Wesley said that my contact was opened up when he turned her phone on. What does that mean? Was she about to call me? Was she about to text me? Why? To yell at me more? Was she contemplating on deleting my number? Just removing me from her life?

I sighed.

It's my fault she got in that accident; if I had told her about Madison she wouldn't of been in the car.

She hates me, everyone; her own brother.

Sammy is right I should of told her; everything would of been so different if she found out along time ago.

I don't think me and her can be fixed this time.

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Ayeeee!!!

Byeeeeee!!!

-Nikole
*unedited*