The Hard Doubled Life

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My heart sank into my stomach. I could feel my legs go weak and my arms getting stiff.  

At the sight of Noah and 2 girls. Sasha and Tara both making out with Noah.  

It took me a second to make sure it was actually happening.  

My vision started to blur when all of a sudden Kristian yelled "What The Hell Is Your Problem?!" at the little make out party.  

They jumped up, startled, and looked at us. I glanced at them but all I saw was sad blue eyes. Noah's blue eyes. Everything was a blur because of my vision. I immediately grabbed Kristian's hand and dragged him away from the scene. Then I felt the wind in my face and someone's voice call my name. Kristian's voice. Wait wasn't I holding his hand and taking him with me? I looked at my hand and his wasn't there. I glanced back and Kristian was running after me. I was running, I wanted to stop and let him come to me but I couldn't stop running. My body wasn't letting me stop. So I kept running until I crashed into someone. I fell and hit the ground with a thud.  

My eyes were closed shut. Not wanting to see anyone. I shifted my body and groaned, my back in pain. So I just laid back not wanting more pain to shoot up my back. Then I heard and felt someone breathing in my face. A hand cupped my face. I kept my eyes shut, afraid that it was Noah.  

"P-please open your eyes." a voice stuttered.  

Hmm that voice didn't said like Noah or Kristian. So I slowly opened my eyes, my vision still blurred. I blinked a couple times and the blur was gone. I noticed there was a guy, I didn't recognize, hovering over me. He had perfect tanned skin, black spiky hair and a pool of brown eyes. Wow he was hot! Well more like sexy!  

"Are you okay?" he asked, worried.  

"Erm..... No I'm not. My back hurts like hell." I said truthfully.  

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have been in your way."  

"Ooh no, you don't need to apologize. It’s not your fault. I crashed into you. I did this to myself." Which was true. I was being very nice.  

"Um, here let me help you up." he said putting out his hand.  

"Ha-ha that won't work. My back hurts way to much to do that lift thingy." I knew it wouldn't work. It hurts just to move my back.  

"Flip over" he said in a demanding voice.  

"What??"  

"Flip over.... Flip your body over." He explained.  

I knew what he meant I just wasn't sure if what I heard was right. I very slowly flipped over.  

"Where does it hurt?" he asked.  

"Everywhere!"  

"Where does it hurt the MOST?" he said more clearly.  

"My lower area" I said. What was he doing?.... Then a light bulb turned on in my brain. I knew what he was doing. He's fixing the hurt spot. I don't know how to explain it but I remembered I learned how to do when I was 8, Because Rocio, my best friend, would always get her back hurt in training. So I helped her with that.  

Then he put his hand on my lower back but put a load of pressure on it. "Ahh!!!" I yelled.  

"Where's the spot?" he asked. Meaning where does it hurt the most. But more specific.  

"The way bottom."  

"Be more specific,” he said. Dang it I should have been more specific in the beginning.  

"Bottom left side. Way bottom. Like where the rim of my jeans are. In the middle of that side." I said very specifically.  

"You know what I'm doing don't you?"