The Plan (Troyler AU)

Chapter 9

I woke up to the someone daintily tapping my shoulder, insistently repeating my name. "Ember! Ember! Emb-" I cut them off with an annoyed groan, tugging my eyes open. I was met by the anxious face of Zoe, her immaculately filled in eyebrows furrowed as she started her worried queries.

"Ember? How do you feel? I don't think you should move just yet. Does your head hurt? On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does your head hurt? Is it a 10? Oh, obviously it's a ten. Stupid me. Here, I'm going to get the nurse, be right back." She started to stand up, but my hand circled around her wrist before she could exit the bathroom.

"Zo, it's not that bad. Can you help me sit up?" With a little effort on both of our parts, I had managed to shift up and was leaning against the tiled wall, as a folded up, wet paper towel that had presumably been on my forehead fell to my lap. I wrinkled my nose at it, the obvious streaks of scarlet blood marking the damp paper. Zoe hopped up almost instantaneously, snatching the paper from my lap and tossing it in the trash can before running more paper towels under the sink and handing the drippy mess to me. I rolled my eyes at her doting actions, but still appreciated them as I begrudgingly held the soggy paper to my head.

"Are you sure you don't want me to get the nurse? Okay, I'm getting the nurse. You need to have someone look at that cut."

I didn't want Zoe to get the the nurse for a multitude of reasons, the simplest being that the nurse would ask questions and that I didn't want to draw attention to myself (wandering eyes had been following me all over the place already due to the lunchroom issues). "Zoe, we don't need to get the nurse involved. I have a few Band-Aids in my bag, surely those will do until after school." I insisted. Zoe paused, obviously considering the possible consequences before sighing in defeat and handing me my previously discarded bag.

After I'd applied the Band-Aid to my forehead (not covering the cut entirely but evidently enough for Zoe) and cleaned off any remaining blood, we prodded lightly at the soon to be goose egg sized bump on my head. It hurt like hell, but I wasn't about to admit that to Zoe with full knowledge of the fact that she would immediately drag me down to the nurse's office.

Then, we admittedly went about our days as if they were normal, although I skirted prying eyes by utilizing some of the lesser used paths to get to my classes, in which I sat in the very corner where I was unlikely to be acknowledged. I received plenty of venomous glares from some mean girls, but I highly doubted that Roxie would want to start anything after the way this morning went. Besides a curious inquiry from my biology teacher and my final explanation to the lunch table (with Zoe's help- she sat at our table for a change), I avoided the topic of my injury like the plague.

Once the dreaded task of school was over and I had stumbled the way back to my house, any thoughts of calling Tyler to update him fled my mind as I crashed on the bed and curled under the sheets, disregarding any homework or rare social obligations I might have as I drifted into an immediate, dreamless sleep

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Hey guys... it me. Elle-Belle-Babe. This chapter is written entirely on mobile so I have no idea about formatting or anything. This chapter is SUPPOSED to be dedicated to @aaamos (depending if I can do that on mobile) because she's been dealing with me for almost two weeks now, reading drafts and giving me advice and letting me unload to her which I am more than grateful for. Without her, I'd probably be still stressed as hell struggling to figure out a plotline for you guys. Also, she is an AMAZING writer.

ALSO- 1.4K READS? YOU GUYS ARE INSANE. I'M LITERALLY IN LOVE WITH ALL OF YOU. THANKS SO MUCH FOR STICKING AROUND LOVES.

This one is a little bit shorter, I'm trying to start of slow and not pressure myself out again.

Love you all, thanks so much for your overwhelming support on my break.

-Elle xx

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