Marrissa's P.O.V
"Shawn, I'm fine I don't need to go to hospital." I said, some what limping to my house. "Mar, you almost got hit by a car. You need to go to a hospital." I opened my door and Shawn followed me up to my room. "Shawn, listen. I have been in car accidents worse than that and not went to the hospital. Note, racing a car when you're high and drunk is not a good idea." I told him, throwing off my ripped tee shirt and walked to my bathroom, grabbing some peroxide to clean out my cuts. I looked in the mirror and poured some onto my arm. I hissed as it stung but then soon went away. "Please just go for me." He said, wrapping his arms around my exposed stomach and kissing my neck. I smiled. "If I go, will you please stop that and shut up?" I asked. He nodded and smiled. "Fine." I groaned, taking his hands off of me and walking back into my bedroom. I grabbed a clean shirt and put it on then walked out to my car.
"I hate you so much for this." I said, sending Shawn a death glare as I kicked my feet back and forth, waiting for the doctor to get back with my X-rays. "You'll love me after this though." he said, flipping through a magazine that sat on one of the little tables. "Okay, miss Brander. Well, it's a little funny you aren't feeling any pain because you seem to have fractured your arm in three different places." She said, placing them up for us to look at. "I'm fine honestly. Can I go home now." I hopped off of the exam table and Shawn stopped me. "You're actually going to have to get a hard cast put on." She explained to me.
"Do you want any certain color?" She asked me. I rolled my eyes. "Just give me black." I muttered. "Can you give her that pink. She loves pink." Shawn told her. I scoffed and was going to protest but Shawn starred at me, giving me the 'shut the hell up and deal with it' look. "Yea, the pink looks so pretty." I said in a preppy voice.
"I really fucking hate you right now." I starred Shawn down as he pulled up to my house. "Pink really Shawn?" I said. We walked into the house and the mom was sitting on the couch. "Oh my goodness, what happened Marrissa?" She asked, getting off of the couch. "Don't fucking worry about it." I scoffed and made my way back to my bedroom, once again. "How did you not feel that you broke your arm?" He asked, pulling me next to him in bed as I put on American Horror Story. "Honestly?" He nodded. "Me and Thomas got high as fuck after school today." I said, laughing.
A/N: Hiii! MarrissaMariexx, I have a question for you. Do you like the nickname Mar. Is that fine or do you want me to change it? Let me know, Kay? -Makaylee
