My bad boy neighbor is good? (Incomplete)

Chapter 4: My jerk face savior

>Recap<

Rain. I stepped out of the door and started walking...preparing to be soaked. I couldn't control my body anymore. Just a few more steps I kept telling myself. Until I couldn't do it anymore. My body let go and I started to fall, as my eyes shut.

*bang*

*splash*

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Brent's pov

I picked up all the garbage piled up in the corner of my living room, taking it out the door. I walked to the garbage cans that were far from door of my house. I felt a drop of water fall onto my forehead and I looked up. It was starting to rain as I hurried throwing away the bags and made my way back to to front of my garage. I heard the creek of a door when I was a few feet away from my own front door and saw someone walk out as it was fairly dark and raining harder outside. I made it out to either be lily, who I found out was Mrs. Jennings niece which was now living with her, or Mrs. Jennings herself. I couldn't see who it was before they started to fall, I ran across the lawn between our houses and dropped my knees down in a puddle as they fell into my arms. I was now close enough to see that it was lily. My eyes popped wide open as I saw blood drops fall into puddle I was in and I slowly took my hand from underneath her hand to see it was covered in blood. Shocked, I sat there for a while before I realized the situation we were in.

I carried her into my house, bridal style and laid her down on the bed in the room that was once my parents. I pulled the sheets over her body and panicked, about to call 911 from the phone in my hand, I felt a hand gripping my arm tightly. I looked at her face as she was about to break down but didn't have enough energy for even that. Her eyes were barely open, but enough to see that there was someone there.

"Don't worry your going to be okay, I'm calling an ambulance!"

She seemed scared as she heard the words come out of my mouth,

"n-n-no, don't" I could tell she barely got the words out.

By the look on her face and how hard she was trying to get those words out told me I shouldn't ask any questions and listen.

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Lilys pov

My head hurt like hell, I opened my eyes slightly and saw some light from a window. I sprang up and scanned the room unable to recognize it, holding a hand against my head where the pain was. Suddenly all the memories from last night came back in a flash. OMG. I can't believe I did that last night. A smile crawled up my face and soon fell. Not from the pain but from the idea of where I was. My eyes searched the big room.

I looked down to see what I was wearing. A guys button up shirt! I couldn't believe this, what the heck happened last night while I was unconscious. I looked back down at the shirt that went down to about mid thigh and lifted it enough to see I still had my panties on. I pulled the top of it forward to see I also had my bra on. Whew.

I realized that I still didn't know where I was and pulled the rest of the sheets off of my legs, I saw a bandage wrapped around my leg, ignoring it I put my feet on the floor not putting weight on it.

"Where the hell am I?" I whispered to myself.

I got up slowly putting my weight on my left foot, and shifting it to the right to stand straight. Sharp pain shot through my leg, Through the pain i remembered my aunt cutting my right leg.

My leg bent removing the weight as I fell on the rough blue carpet on the floor crying out in pain.

"Smith residence" I heard as I felt hands wrap around my waist pulling my body back up and onto the bed so that I was now sitting at the edge of the bed. My teeth dug into my bottom lip in pain.

I could feel a pair of eyes piercing through me, I rose my eyes to meet theirs. Brent.

"Are you just gonna sit there and stare or are you going to thank me?" He spat out

"For what?" It was kind of obvious but I felt the need to ask, like I needed to hear his answer

"You really don't know" he rolled his eyes

'Why was he being such a jerk' I thought to myself. I opened my mouth to reply but he cut me off

"Can't you tell by all that?" He pointed to the shirt and bandage wrapped around my head and leg.

"Where did you get all this anyway" I said feeling the bandage on my head.

He sat down next to me on the bed and sighed "my dad was a physician so he always kept emergency supplies, since you refused to be in a hospital I had to use this"

I smiled a little knowing that he seemed to care, even if we didn't know each other that well. Realizing we hadn't had a formal Intro, I held my hand out towards him.

"Hi I'm lily"

"Brent" he said without even bothering to look at my hand.

I lowered my hand back down awkwardly and stared at the floor waiting for him to say something. Uh oh. After scrolling through my memories of last night, I remembered that Brandon had finally answered the phone.

"What are you so happy about"

I hadn't noticed I was smiling until Brent had pointed out in a bored voice.

"I have to get to Amanda, like now!"

I put my hands on the bed and barely pulled myself up, I stumbled with every step and almost fell but made it about four steps until I felt a hand grab my arm and pull. I fell back onto the bed, grabbed my leg, and winced.

"What the hell do you think you're doing! I don't know what happened in the first place and took care of you without asking and now you're talking about leaving and to do what, to see you're friend. Are you stupid!!" he sighed.

I once again ignored the pain and looked up at him, he was about to start again but I cut him off.

"I know you helped me but that doesn't mean you can just talk like you know me, you don't know the reason and I bet you don't give a damn anyway considering how you treat girls, that's right I heard all about your "rep" " I can't believe I just said that. I regret it the second I realized what words came out of my mouth. He seemed calm down a bit after thinking about what I just said.

"Well you sure are talking a lot considering the first time we met" he had a bit of amusement in his voice but I couldn't make it out to be in my favor or not.

"Well..." I didn't want to say anything about my so called "relationship" with my aunt to a guy like him, meaning a guy that doesn't care anyway. He probably is used to blood and all that because of him being a "bad boy" and all. I just couldn't bring myself to believe it considering what he had done for me but I also can't ignore it.