Living With The Emerson Girls

Chapter 12

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~Ariel's Point Of View~ 

I pulled away, shocked at myself for kissing Zac back. He laid on his bed quietly, biting his lip, staring at me emotionless. 

"Um... Can you get the nurse? Please?" He finally said, averting his eyes from mine. He wouldn't even look at me. 

I couldn't believe the nerve of him. He was an absolute self-centered, ego maniac. How dare he kiss me and then cringe like if I had done something wrong? He was the worst, most impulse driven self-gratifying guy I had ever met,  who had no regard for my feelings. 

And to think, I had kissed him back. 

"Ugh." I slammed my hand on the hospital bed. "Get your own nurse." I threw the remote that he could use to call the nurse right on his wound and stormed out, slamming the door, smiling as I heard him complain because it hurt. 

*****

 I looked up from my blueberry muffin when I heard a beeping noise. It was my father's iPad next to me. Zachary's mother was calling through FaceTime. 

Everyone at the hospital cafeteria table looked at me, my dad, stepmother, and Ella. 

"Answer it Ariel." 

"No!" 

"It's Zachary's mother. He can't talk right now. Answer it!" My stepmother said. 

I rolled my eyes and slid the green 'Answer' button. I decided to stand up and walk a little towards the end of the room, even though everyone was watching me like a hawk. Then Ella started blubbering about something else and they ignored me. 

What was I going to say? 'Your son was at a party, he was seduced by a rich blonde slut, then he got stabbed, woke up, kissed me, and pretended it hadn't happened.' ? 

A pretty lady who appeared to be in her early forties appeared on the screen. She had ocean blue eyes, and dark brown hair. Now I know where Zachary got his pigmentation from. 

The resemblance was uncanny. 

Her manner was that of a concerned parent. "Hello? You must be one of George's daughters." She smiled sweetly at me.

"Yeah um, hi, I'm Ariel. You must be Zachary's mother..." I stuttered a bit, not knowing what to say. 

How could such a nice woman have raised such an asshole?

"Yes I am. Is my baby okay? Can I talk to him?" She said. I blinked. I didn't want to see Zachary again. 

"Hello?"

"Sorry. Um, yeah sure. Of course you can talk to him. Let me just walk to his room and I'll give him this."

It took me about five minutes to get back to Zachary's room. I opened the door. He was watching some lacrosse game on TV, not looking at all sorry for what he'd done. He didn't even bother look up. 

"Your mom wants to talk to you Zachary." I said, in a cold tone of voice. I handed him the thin tablet. 

"Thanks." He stretched out his arm and took it. I sat myself down gingerly in a nearby chair. I closed my eyes and put on some headphones I had in my purse. Before I blasted the music, I heard something that made me think twice about deafening my ears. 

"Is she your girlfriend? She's pretty." Zachary's mother stated. She was terrible at being inconspicuous. 

Curiosity got the better of me. I decided to pretend to listen to music, closing my eyes.