[s c h o o l of 2 0 0 5 series book 1]
❝Bite me!❞
❝I did. Thrice, remember?❞
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What do spray paint, playboy magazines, and quiz tests have in common?
Trust Natasha Glazer and Blaze Warner to know the answer to that question.
The boardi...
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"Are you trying to break my arm?" I yelled at her while she roughly grabbed my hand without giving a fuck about my injury.
"No I am trying to mend it.. but if you didn't shut up I just might out of irritation" Natasha hissed through her teeth, exerting pressure on my shoulder, which made a sudden burning pain shoot through my right hand.
"Shouldn't you be gentle and less wrestler like then?" I huffed as another wave of pain hit me as she carelessly took a hold of my wrist tightly in her hand.
"Did you just call her manly?" Milo's snide remark made Natasha's eyes flair with anger.
Great, if she wasn't indented on breaking my hands yet, she surely would now. No thanks to Milo.
I fixed Milo with an angry glare,promising him of a hell later with my eyes.
"N please ignore him and do your work" Adam calmly encouraged her to continue but I could feel through the harsh pressure on my wrist as she dug her nails into my skin that his calming words were not calming enough.
"I swear Glazer, if you do anything stupid and brake my hand.. I will fucking chock you with my broken arm" I threatened her when she still didn't loosen her grip.
"And I swear Warner if you don't shut your trap I WILL break your arm and then shove it up your annoying ass!" She barked back a threat her eyes mirroring the same hatred and imitation reflecting through mine.
I opened my mouth to curse her but Jake wedged a piece of cloth in my mouth, effectively shutting my complaints.
I would have never willing trusted my life in hands of such an impulsive, short tempered, unreliable, crazy girl; if I wasn't stuck in this fucking situation.
Our first game of the season was going fantastic against the st. Terence, up until one of the player from the opposite team in his hurry to grab the ball slammed into me out of nowhere, making me lose my footing and fall hard on my right hand. Which resulted in me dislocating both my shoulder and elbow.
Seeing my hand twisted in a weird angle had made me sick in the stomach. While the excruciating pain brought water to my eyes. I was both helpless and desperate and the only person who could help out-since I didn't want to be benched or sent away for medical attention-was Glazer.
At first when she walked over with some of her friends in toe, saying she could help I got suspicious and told her off. She was even ready to leave but Adam and the rest of them begged her to help and forced me to let her.
How on earth did she knew how to pop back bones in place; was a mystery to me. Yet for the sake of my friends and my team I had reluctantly placed my broken arm in her uncaring hands.
