Bad Boy with 2 capital B's....

oops. chapter 6

"Alexis, why would you get in a fight?" My mom asks me for the fifth time in ten minutes.

"Hannah called me names, and she started it first." I flinch when I shrug my sholders, remembering my injury.

"That is Still unexceptable. Youre grounded give me your phone." She holds out her hand out for my phone.

"What the fuck mom?? Youve always told me if someone hits me to fight back. So now that i do that is it a problem??? And im not giving you my phone thats dumb as hell." I snap at her.

Thats one of my biggest pet peeves. When people go against their own words and be hypocritical. Like you actually cant do that. Its pretty much breaking all laws of common sense.

"What did my x rays show?" I ask looking away from her.

"You got a concussion from the first fight, and the kid who punched you, fractured your clavicle." A really hot doctor said as he walked in. My dad and my mother walk out of the room.

"Hi." I blurt out.

"Hey miss Amarro, how are you feeling? Any pain in your shoulder?" He starts filling a metal clipboard with notes as he looks at me.

"Ummm I didnt quite catch your name." I mumble.

"I'm dr. de'vante." He says.

"Well de'vante, your hot." I say with confidence.

"Well thanks, you are too." He says looking me up and down.

"Hey babe, ready to eat some food?" Cameron walks in holding a bag of Canes.

"Oh my god. Yesss" I rub my empty stomach.

He starts opening the bag pulling out our meals.

"What'd ya get me?" I open the box seeing bread, chicken strips, french fries and special sauce.

"Mm Mmmm" I roll my eyes in satisfaction when I take my first bite. Don't judge me. Canes bread is bomb as fuck.

De'vante gives a strange look between me and cam and then rolls his eyes walking off.

"Oh um doctor?" Cam calls de'vante back.

"Yes, sir?" He replies almost instantly.

"When can she go home?" He reaches out to hold my hand.

"As soon as I get to finish her paperwork." He turns around and walks out. The door closes behind him and i flinch from the noise.

"Are you okay?" I ask cam.

"Yeah, other than a bruise face and a sprained arm." He holds up his hand in a little blue sling.

"Well cant complain either, just a concussion and a fractured clavicle." I shrug forgetting about the pain, "oww owww oww." I wince.

"Im sorry." He looks down at something, i cant see what because I'm in a stupid hospital bed.

"Not your fault. She walked into the bathroom and threw the first hit." I grab a piece of a French fry and dip it into cane sauce, as i lift the food to my mouth i roll my eyes again in satisfaction.