Crush On You {Ausmila} {Delayed Updates}

chapter six

I woke up in the nurse's office, laying on the bed that was in the room. What happened? My head was hurting and only thing I remembered was falling down the stairs. Suddenly, the nurse looked up and saw that I opened my eyes.

"Oh, good, you're up. How are you feeling, Austin?" Nurse Turner said, looking at me sympathetically.

"I guess okay... Actually, no. Why does my head hurt?" I asked, rubbing the back of my head, because it was throbbing.

"You fell down the stairs, I guess going to your next class, and hit your head against the wall," she explained, looking over something on a clipboard.

I continued rubbing, when I noticed I could barely breathe through my nose. I brought my hand up and felt some tissues inside my nose. I took out the Kleexnexes and noticed the blood on it. Did I have a bloody nose? If I did, how'd that happen?

"Did I have a bloody nose and also, why was I knocked out?" I questioned, still pressing the kleexnex against my nose.

"Yes, and you missed fourth & fifth period. I honestly don't know what happened, just that a student found you unconscious next to the stairway and brought you in here."

Ah man, I missed Music Theory 101 and English. Well, I didn't really care about missing English, because it wasn't one of my best subjects, but kind of upset that I missed Music Theory 101. It was the only class I always looked forward to during the day, since music lets me escape reality and I'm in my own little world.

"Can I leave now?" I said, getting up, still applying pressure against my nose.

"Yes, and your nose probably has stopped bleeding," Nurse Turner said, going over to her desk.

I left the nurse's office and went to my locker to grab a few things for my last two classes.

"It's ashamed on what happened to you," Jackson came up and leaned against a locker.

"That was you?" I asked.

"Maybe... Maybe not... Words spread around, Austin and before you know it, everyone's going to know about your little secret."

My eyes widened and I turned bright red, because I don't know what would happen if they found out about my crush on Camila. Heck, I don't even know how she'll take it. It'll probably ruined the friendship I have with her...as that wasn't ruined enough, thanks to Jackson.

"What do you want, Jackson?" I said a little angry.

"I told you once already, stay away from Camila." he whispered in my ear.

"You can't stop me." I said, "I mean if we're partners for a class project, I have to work with her."

"Your little fall was just the start of it. If I hear anything about you hanging out with her, things will be a lot worse," Jackson said, slamming my locker which jammed my left hand and he walked away to his 6th period class.

"Ow!" I yelled, squeezing my hand with my right hand, which hurt as hell.

I slid down my locker, holding my left hand, when Ms. Singleton came out.

"Austin? Are you okay?" she asked, closing the door and walking out to me.

No, I'm not okay. My left hand is in pain, all because of a douche, who won't let me hang out with the girl I love anymore. All of this sucks.

"What happened to your hand?" Ms. Singleton asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I don't know if I should explain all of this to her or not.

"I accidentally jammed it when I closed my locker," I lied, not telling the truth, because she'll probably tell my parents and I don't want them to be all worried about me.

"Austin, why don't you go home early? You need it, because of your hand and also, your nose seems to be bruised." Ms. Singleton said, helping me up.

"Okay," I said, going downstairs to the office to get check out.

"Oh Austin, what happened to your hand?" the nurse said, noticing that I grasped it with my right hand.

"It's fine. I just accidently jammed it and it hurts a little," I said, getting an exit slip from the secretary.

"Come here," I followed her to her office where she wrapped my left hand in gauze and handed me a bag of ice. I applied pressure to it and the pain was still there, but doesn't hurt as much as before.

 I went to the parking lot and started up my Range Rover. I just drove with my right hand...I mean it's my best hand, since I'm right handed. I turned on the radio and Story Of My Life was playing. 

I quickly turned the volume all the way down. I rather drive in silence right now. After all the stops and traffic, I pulled up into the driveway and turned off the car. I went in the kitchen and stopped at the refrigerator to get an ice pack from the freezer.

I headed upstairs to my room and laid on my bed. I closed my eyes and thought about all the fun times Camila & I had when we were little. Anything I would do to go back to those times: where there were no Jackson or his friends that pushed me around, because of my feelings for her. I slowly started to drift off to sleep.

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My eyes shot up wide open, when I heard a noise down in the kitchen...must be my parents coming home from work.

Shit.

My hand was wrapped up in gauze and also my face looked like complete shit, because the bruise nose. They're going to know something happened at school and are gonna shower me with questions. Anyways, I slowly walked down the stairs and laid on the couch in the living room, where both my parents came in.

"What happened to your hand, sweetie?" my mom asked all sympathetically, taking the spot next to me on the couch.

I knew it.

"It's nothing, mom. I accidently jammed it when I closed my locker. Seriously, it's fine," I said, trying to make them not worried.

"Honey, something is not fine. Your nose looks broken," my mom said in a worried tone.

"It's not broken. It's just bruise and really everything is fine," I said, getting up from the couch.

"Is something going on at school that we don't know about, son?" my dad asked with a concered tone.

"No, everything is going fine," I said, leaving the living room and went back upstairs to my room.

It was around 5:30 or so, but I was already tired so I took a quick shower and then went off to bed. I grabbed my songbook off the night stand and wrote down some things for a few minutes, and then I finally went to sleep.

I just wanted this day to end already.