Author's Note:
I made this one super long since I felt lots of inspiration. By the way, things are about to get juicy... ;)
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I remained silent as we entered the nurses office. She was a kind looking elderly lady with a wide smile that never seemed to leave her face.
“What do we have here?” She boomed, looking through the wire-frame spectacles perched at the very tip of her petite nose.
“My sandal was strapped to my chair by… someone and I tripped and fell.”
Cameron whipped around. “I thought you said you tripped?” He accused.
“Minor details.” I shrugged, not able to meet his eye.
“Okay, what hurts hon.”
“The back of my head and my left ankle.”
She gestured for me to take a seat on the examination chair.
She first looked at my head, tugging and pulling at it to try to see the area of inflammation. “You have a bruise there, almost a concussion, but not quite. Sleep on your back and ice it when needed.”
She handed me an ice pack, which I put on my head, instantly reducing the painful throbbing. She moved to my left foot. “I’m going to move your ankle around. Tell me when it hurts.”
After a lot of ‘ows’ and grimacing, she came up with the verdict. “Your ankle is sprained,” She finalized, shuffling into a supply closet. “Like your head, it’s nothing major, but I’m going to put on this bandage so it doesn’t move around too much.”
She emerged with a roll of tape bandage and wrapped it around my slightly swollen ankle. “There you go, poppet. Got you fixed righted up.” She smiled widely at me.
She turned to Cameron. “Be a good boyfriend and take her to class.”
“He’s not my--” I started.
“I will.” He smiled and placed my arm around his waist so I could lean on him.
“One more thing,” She looked at him sternly. “Stay in school, don’t do drugs and use protection, for her sake.”
I flushed at her words but Cameron just nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
With that, we left. The walk to class was silent, partly because the hallways were no empty because class had started.
I bit my lip anxiously and snuck a glance at him. “Why?”
He didn’t respond for a moment. “I guess some things people are best not knowing.” He responded vaguely.
“Since when did you become such a philosopher.” I joked nudging him gently.
He pretended to fall, leaving me on my own to stand, but got back up and puffed up his chest. I was always a philosopher!” He boasted in a pompous voice.
I giggled. “My greatest apologies, Great Cameronus.” I bowed (you know, the most you can bow with a sprained ankle). We laughed at the name I had given his, sharing a secret smile at our new inside joke.
“It was you, Cameron. It was you who was there.” I stated firmly, looking into his eyes. We both slowly started leaning forward, and my eyes fluttered closed. And then--
“Hey.” A familiar voice said.
Cam and I looked up to see Seth standing less than five feet away. I laughed nervously “You were so quiet, I couldn’t even hear you.”
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