Janiel Oneshots (Discontinued...Again)

34. The Jock and The Nerd (Fluff)

REWRITTEN

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(Joey's POV)

"Hey, freak! I thought I told you to stay away from Preda!" I freeze in my seat, all the blood drains from my face. "Stay away? B-But, h-he's my l-lab partner. I-I can't." The group around me laughs "lab partner? Seriously? You think someone like Daniel Preda would want to be lab partners with a freak like you?" I nod slowly and my head is soon slammed down against the table "you're way more stupid than I thought! Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?!" Again, the group laughs and walks away. 

"Joey! There you are! I've been looking all over for you!" My boyfriend, Daniel comes over with a huge smile on his face. "How is my beautiful boy doing?" He kisses my head, tightening his grip around me. "Your friends came back to me, told me to stay away from you." Daniel sighs, rubbing my back "I'm sorry, Joey. I wish there was something I could do or say." There is one thing, but I'm too scared to say it. "I know, Daniel. It's not your fault that we're in different cliques." "Yeah but I don't care about stupid shit like cliques. We're perfect for each other regardless of how or where we met. You're my intelligent and beautiful boy." 

Back at our house, Daniel kisses my cheek before going back into the car "I'll see you after practice! I love you!" I watch as he drives away, a huge smile on his face. Oh, Daniel. Blissfully unaware of what is actually going on. 

Walking into our bedroom, I sit on the edge of the bed, crying into my hands. I roll up my sleeves to expose the dark blue and purple bruises covering the skin. I rolled my shoulder back and cried out in pain, taking off my shirt. My eyes snap open wide as I take in the sight of my shoulder. It's black and blue everywhere, and my bone is completely out of the socket. How am I not screaming in pain?! My fucking shoulder is out of its socket! 

Do I tell Daniel where I'm going? No, if I do, he's gonna ask questions. And  I don't think he's ready to hear the truth about his friends. And I don't think he'll believe me, which I believe will hurt me more than the already excruciating pain in my shoulder. "Sir, please rate your pain on a scale from 1-10." The paramedic asks, wrapping my shoulder in gauze "a-a 10...a-a 10." "Okay, okay. We're almost there, we'll get that shoulder fixed up for you. Is there anyone you'd like us to call?" Daniel immediately pops in my head but I shake it away. He'd be pissed off at me, he will always choose his friends over me. "N-No. Just please, give me some morphine. It hurts so much."

The next thing I know, I wake up in the hospital bed with a sling. My entire arm is covered in a cast. "Good, you're awake. The surgery was successful. However, I do recommend you staying out of school for about two weeks. And make sure you don't do any strenuous activity like sports." A thought pops in my head and I chuckle "can I still have sex?" The doctor laughs along with me, nodding "yes. Yes. You can still have sex. Just not anything kinky that requires holding your arms over your head." Both of us burst into laughter and he smiles sadly "are you sure there isn't anyone you'd like me to call for you?" Nodding, I whisper "Daniel Preda." "I-I'm sorry?" "Daniel Preda, I can give you his number." 

"JOEY! Oh, my God. Are you okay?" My boyfriend runs into the room, a panicked expression on his face. "I've been worried sick about you! I haven't heard from you in days! I thought you moved out! Though, I couldn't think of a reason why. I called all of your friends, they didn't know where you were either. I called you multiple times but found your phone in our bedroom. What happened to you?!" The doctor awkwardly clears his throat "I-I'll leave you two alone, I'll be back with your discharge papers and your painkillers." 

Sitting on the chair beside me, Daniel takes my uninjured hand and cries "oh Joey, what happened? What happened to you that I couldn't know about you going to the hospital?" Make up an excuse, anything. Just say you fell down the stairs. Wait, we don't have stairs for me to fall down. Fuck. "Um, I fell off my bike on Monday." He scoffs "you didn't fall off your bike, Joey. I drove you to school that day. What are you hiding?" I stop and take my hand out of his "I-I can't tell you." "Why not? Whatever it is, I cannot be mad at you for it. Whatever caused it put you in a fucking arm cast. Now, what happened?"