Forget You

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Promptly at 10:00, Shane was knocking at my door. He drove us to Nevada where we began our hike up the mountain. It wasn't until 9:00 that night that we got down and to the car. But it was definitely worth the while. We were joking around that whole time and had a lot of fun. This is definitely something that I would like to do more often. And Shane is someone I would like to be around more often. Keeping a conversation with him was easy and I liked him.

But as we were nearing the bottom of the mountain, we both slipped on loose rocks and fell down, sliding the rest of the way down the mountain, though it wasn't very far, it was kinda freaky. And I had rolled my ankle and that was now hurting. I could walk on it without much of a limp, but it still hurt. I didn't tell Shane because I didn't want to ruin the fun we had today.

When we got back to my apartment, Shane gave me a hug goodnight before leaving. I actually slept pretty good that night. But my ankle was so sore in the morning. I could still walk on it, but it felt like something was popped out of place and I couldn't fix it.

Sunday was my shopping day so all day I was out getting groceries and since I had a little extra money saved, I got myself some new clothes. All day my ankle was bothering me. Enough that I knew that pain as there, but not enough that I couldn't go on through the day. I didn't get home until late, after a supper of Arby's, and somehow managing to get lost by going down a wrong street.

I was dead tired by the time I actually got home so I was ready to just flop in bed and pass out, but of course right as I was walking into my room, I had to pee, so I went to do that first.

But then as I walked back into my room and closed the door, just as I was going to lay down, someone said, "Scout."

I almost screamed and jumped backwards onto my bed, twisting my ankle painfully and hitting my head on the wall behind me.

"Ow," I hissed and rubbed my head.

"Scout?"

I finally looked up to see Devan standing in my room.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked, trying to not make it obvious that I was trying to sooth the pain in my ankle.

"I, uh, wanted to see you," He said.

"Get out."

"But-"

"Get out!" I threw a pillow at him.

"Scout, can we at least talk for a little bit first?"

"No." I got up, hiding my limp and going to open the door and show him the way out, but my door was locked. "What the..." The lock was not where it was supposed to be. It was supposed to be in the inside of the door, but it wasn't. "You flipped my doorknob around?" I looked at Devan accusingly.

"No, I didn't."

I pounded on the door. "Whoever is out there, open the door!"

"Nope!" Came the response.

"Nate, open the door or I will use Devan's dead body to break it down."

There was just laughter as the response.

"You really think you're going to kill me?" Devan asked.

"Oh yeah." I turned to him. "And then I will mount your head on the wall as a prize."

"Just my head?"

"Well there wouldn't be anything else worth it."

"But you would like to see my head every day."