Chances of That

Ouch, My Hand

8 days later.

My mum will not stop watching me.

I was in hospital for barely a day, but she won't leave me alone.

Every 15 minutes I hear a "Sophie? You ok up there?" or "Do you want another cup of tea or some food?" I'm going to be the size of a house if she doesn't stop soon.

And even if I try to get out of bed, she threatens the phone the doctor or throw me in the car and take me back to hospital!

Honestly, it was just slight bruising and I was winded for a while but that's it. She treating me like I broke every bone in my body.

But today, I've decided I'm not being bedbound! It's sunny, I'm young, hot and single ...

Well, I am aren't I?

Since I've had ALOT of time on my hands recently, I've been thinking about ... Them.

Peeter. Matt. Josh.

And the only conclusion I've drawn ... Is that I'm so done with Josh, FOREVER.

So I haven't actually figured anything out that I didn't know already. After 8 days of doing nothing but think my feelings over ... I have nothing to offer to my decision-making.

And then it hits me ... I don't make my decisions any more. Granted I've never used it for something like this before but I might as well ... Right?

Matt = Heads.

Peter = Tails

I flip the coin as high as i can without it hitting the ceiling and it lands to the right of my bed ... just as i bend down to pick it up, my window's thrown open and Olive climbs through it.

"Right, I've had enough of not having much fun on my holidays because my bestie is couped up in her bed!" She walks to my wardrobe, throws a pile of clothes on the floor over my coin ... Well then, I guess I'll find out what it said later.

20 minutes later, I'm dressed in black denim shorts, purple vest top and my little purple sandals.

"What's taking so long guys!" A voice sounds up from the ground.

"Who the hell is that?" I ask Olive, kind of worried that we've been caught out or something.

"Oh, it's my surprise for you!" She says with a wink, "Matt wanted to come along" and then she flips her stupidly long legs out my window, hops onto the tree branch and calls out to me to hurry the hell up.

I grab my phone and literally swipe mascara on my lashes just to make myself look better for Matt ... I mean, for myself ...

And then I follow olive out the window.

When I get onto the ground, I see Matt was standing at the bottom ready to save me if I fell. His arms were outstretched just infront of my body.... And he probably had a really good view of my arse aswell!

"Hey." I say with a massive beaming smile.

"Hey." He replies.

We stand there smiling at each other for quite a while. I admire how blonde his straight hair goes in the sun. How his dark green eyes stand out against his tanned skin. We probably look like brother and sister if he wasn't so beefy and like 10ft taller than me.

"Come on, let;s go man!" Olive impatiently shouts.

"Hey guys. Where you going?" Peter shouts from the front of his garden, but when he sees Matt he goes quiet and tries to avert his gaze.

"You!" Matt makes a break for Peter.

"Hey, hey, hey Matt what are you doing?!" I try to pull him backwards but he's not paying attention so i jump on his back.

He continues to run after Peter, who very cleverly ran across his front garden when he realised Matt was gonna head for him.

We run in a circle about 3 times and then I jump off of Matt's back and place myself inbetween them both in the centre of the circle.

"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on here?!" I shout.

"That's the guy from the party that flipped you over his shoulder and cut your arm up so bad!" Matt say whilst pointing at Peter.

"What?" I turn around and look at Peter, "Is that true?"

He keeps his eyes away from me. I walk up closer to him and grab his face in my hands so he has to look at me.

"Why did you do that to me?" I ask really quietly.

He sighs and looks really troubled, "I just got really angry that my brother was ..."

"Was what?" I ask, and then I remember, just before I got flipped over him, Josh wouldn't stop kissing me! "You got jealous." I say and drop my hands to my sides, "That's NO excuse to throw me like a doll onto the tiled floor Peter. Why would you think that's appropriate." I turn around and walk away. Feeling the anger boil up inside me. If only I had my coin, I could flip it and see whether to punch Peter in the face or not.

He starts calling my name as I try to walk over to my actual friends. I try so hard to suppress my anger, but when he grabs my arm, my anger triples and without even thinking ... I swing my other arm all the way round and hear a thwack sound as it contacts with Peter's cheek.

And all I can think in that moment is Ouch, my freaking hand!