The Bad Boy Kept My Secret (Undergoing Heavy Editing)

~|Chapter 8|~

~Avila~

I don't remember leaving the school. I don't remember how I ended up in a car. I don't remember reaching the old, worn-out, and painfully grey hospital. I do remember somebody pulling me out of the car rather forcefully though.

Note to self : slap them for that later.

Here I am now, sitting in a chair between a broken ex and a sobbing mother, in the waiting room of St. George's hospital. It's been an hour since Joy's accident and about another 45 minutes since he's been in the operation room.

His single mother was the first to be notified, and she was the one who called me. Everything since the phone call, up until about fifteen minutes ago, seemed like a blur.

I sighed and looked around the private waiting room we had (courtesy of Joel), only to see everyone scattered around the space. Jake was sitting across from me with his arm draped around Rose, who was still bawling her eyes out. Sophie was sitting beside her on the other side, trying to calm her down too. Charles was sitting beside Sophie, with his face contorted in pain and his hands clutching the handlebars of his seat tightly. Nathan was gone with Joel to get food for all of us, considering it was way past lunch time now.

Jake had also called Bree to inform her of what happened. She was now sitting beside me on the left, and hasn't spoken a single word since she came here. Tears kept streaming down her face, but she made no move to wipe them away and I didn't bother pointing them out. She was gripping my hand tightly, not once letting go. Francine, Joy's mom, was sitting beside me on the other side and was fast asleep on my shoulder, after much deliberation on my part.

I continued looking around the room, and blinked in surprise when I saw Oliver, Sam, Antonio and Tristan in the room. They looked rather awkward, sitting in a row of chairs that were aligned opposite to the door, trying to make small talk. I was about to say something to them, but something else caught my attention before I could.

Thorugh the clear glass door, I had a perfect view of three adults walking down the hallway toward us. I sighed in relief when I saw Sarah, Sophie's mom, Fiona, Bree's mom, and J.J. walking towards us. Once they reached the door, Antonio opened it to let them in.

Immediately, they all split off into different directions. Sarah went up to her daughter and pulled her in for a hug, also pulling Rose and Jake into it. Fiona came and sat in a chair beside Bree, and pulled her into the croon of her neck. J.J. all but ran towards me in her heels and kneeled down in front of me.

"Are you okay?" she whispered.

'My best friend for six years, is in the operation room, fighting for his life. My best friend who wants to go to New York and visit every single one of the art galleries, is fighting for his life. My best friend who always made me laugh in the toughest of times is fighting for his life. Not only my best friend, but Jake's, Rose's, Charles', Sophie's, and Nathan's best friend, is fighting for his life.

So no, I'm not okay.'

I swallowed and nodded.

She sighed and leaned up to give me a hug. I couldn't hug her back, since I was stuck in the middle of Bree and Francine. She pulled back after giving me a pat of the back and gave me a tight-lipped smile. She then turned to Francine and sent a pitiful look her way.

J.J. then got up, and walked over to Charles, who was still in the same position as before and lightly shook his shoulder. Charles turned to her and visibly relaxed, going in to give her a hug. Just then, a shrill noise had everyone jumping out of their skin.