The Arrogant Player

Part 35

Your night was soon over and you had said goodbye to Chris. He had given you his number to keep in touch whenever you needed anything and he was honestly so sweet about it.

But you didn't know how you were supposed to be able to return to Sebastian. Your heart hammered in your chest just thinking about it. You got back to your house later and walked inside, going to your kitchen and your freezer and pulling out a tub of ice cream. You went over to your couch and sat and ate some as you watched tv, eventually pulling out your phone to text Chris:

hey, it's (y/n). Thanks again for all your help..

he quickly replied:

of course!!

you:

umm well... how will i know when the right time is to confront him?

how will i know im ready?

to which he answered:

just wait for the perfect opportunity to arise and if that doesn't happen soon enough i will personally come to your house, sling you over my shoulder and carry you over to his house.

you:

wow, thanks for that chris.

chris:

haha ill do it if it's necessary. anyway, gn (y/n). :)

you:

gn chris.

•••

Life carried on and it was as if the perfect opportunity would never arise. You felt like you would never be ready. You continued to text Chris as often as you could and he became a very good friend as you assumed he would be. But as time moved farther along it was as if his threat of carrying you to Sebastian's house may come true...

•••

One day, you had decided to go out on a bike ride. It was a beautiful summer day and you wanted to enjoy the nice weather and you decided to get some exercise out of it too. So you chose this nice trail that you had done a little research on and soon enough you were packing your bike in the back of your car and driving over. You had invited Chris but he had told you that he was busy...

The bike ride was several miles through some woods and over bridges and along beautiful nature and you were excited to get away from noisy LA life. Then again, you had put on a hat and sunglasses so that you wouldn't get bombarded with fans and you could enjoy your peace, yet still some people recognized you....

Anyway, you were riding along the path. The sun was beaming down on you and it might've been too hot had not the wind been blowing, rustling the trees and your long flowing hair.

But as you rode, you couldn't escape the feeling of being watched or followed.

You turned around constantly, looking behind you to see bikers minding their own business.

Maybe you were just being paranoid, or maybe you had some creepy fan following you around...

The thoughts shook you up a little bit and you tried to ignore them and just enjoy the beautiful day.

What's the worst that could happen, anyway?

Eventually, you got to an area of the trail that was a little rougher and covered in gravel.

The sense of being followed and watched crept up on you again, and of course, you decided to turn around to look.

You hadn't had a problem any of the other times turning around, but this time you realized you hadn't really thought everything through.

Because not only was the trail covered in gravel, but there was also a curve coming up ahead.

By the time your eyes were back forward, you were so close and braking as hard as you could, but the gravel caused you to skid and you zoomed straight off the path.

There was prickers and branches jutting out from all sides poking your body and cutting and scraping you.

And then, you rammed into a tree and fell backwards off your bike, hitting your head on the ground and darkness enveloping you...

•••

The next thing you know, you're opening your eyes.

You are on a couch.

You look down at your body, which is aching and somehow covered in bandages.

You try to move but your head is throbbing and you realize that you have an ice pack resting on the back of it.

'How had you not cracked your skull opened?' you wondered, because there didn't seem to be any blood.

But you distinctly remember hitting your head real hard and it had even knocked you out...

Anyway, onto the next question.

Where were you?

You looked at the couch you were on and it was so familiar, as was the room, but you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

Your brain was moving at a very sluggish pace, it was liking going through mud.

Wait.

What if you had a concussion???

But that thought was immediately eliminated from your mind as soon as someone walked through the door from a different room, "Oh, you're awake!"

And as you met their blue eyes, all you could say was, "How the heck do i always find myself here."

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