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McKinley

I held a sobbing Isabel in my arms as my brother awkwardly sat on the end of the couch. We were at Luke's place after she texted me asking if she could get a ride (Elizabeth picked her up from her house).

So now here we are in my brother's apartment, sitting on the couch as multiple ice cream containers were waiting to be eaten in the freezer. Luke had also gone out to get some of Izzy's favourite donuts. Those were sitting on the kitchen island.

"I'm so sorry, Izzy... I know you were totally in love with her," I whisper as I run my fingers through her long, soft locks of auburn hair.

"What are we – what am I going to do on Monday during orchestra? Will she just go rub it into my face that she played me? What's going to happen, Kinney?" she rambles, pulling on her hair as she stresses herself out.

"Hey, I completely forgot that I have to run an errand so I'm going to need you to grab the donuts and hop in the car with me," Luke randomly states as he walks out of his bedroom with a pair of gym shorts on, a black tee-shirt, and black Nike slides. This is the most normal I've ever seen my brother and I've only known him since yesterday.

"I could use a good distraction," Izzy replies then slips on her Van's before grabbing her Krispy Kreme donuts. I shake my head then put on my shoes.

Luke locks up the apartment then quickly ushers us towards his car.

"Both of you need to sit in the back, we're going on an adventure and I'm going to be your chauffeur," he snickers then hops into the driver's seat. Izzy and I looked at each other before shrugging our shoulders and go along with his weird plan.

First, he says we're going to do some errand but now we're going on an adventure?

Out of nowhere, the car starts blasting music and of all things that play is some heavy metal song. I cringe and cover my ears to block the noise out which ends up somewhat help. I look over at Izzy and she's slightly nodding her head to the beat and mouthing along to whatever noise is being made.

The noise turns down until it's at least bearable so I uncover my ears.

"How can you understand this stuff?" I ask her.

"Remember my step-brother?" she replies with her question. My eyebrows furrow before my mouth forms a small 'oh'. I nod quickly then look out the window.

"Luke, where the hell are we going?" I question him as he merges onto the highway his face as he looks back in my direction quickly.

I just hum in response then go onto my phone to play some Candy Crush: Soda. A loud buzzing sound fills the car which ends up coming from my phone. My eyebrows furrow as I take in the message.

Unknown:

im sry 4 wut i called u and ur friend earlier. i shouldnt have called u guys a freak or a fag since i am bi, hope u can 4give me - Sean

I shove my phone into Izzy's face and anxiously wait for her reaction.

"SEAN IS FUCKING BISEXUAL!? YAAASSSSSS MORE GAAAYYYYSSSSSS!" she screams causing Luke to swerve and almost crash into a car.

"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WOMAN, I'M DRIVING HERE!" Luke screams back as he pushes the pedal to the metal and speeds away to our destination.

About thirty minutes later we pull up to LAX and Luke is buzzing with excitement.

He shuts the car door and sprints to the baggage claim. Not even five seconds later a small man jumps up and wraps his legs around my brother's waist.

"Is... Is that who I think it is? Is that Davis Walters!?" Izzy yells from inside the car. I turn and give her a confused look on my face but before I could even question her someone rapidly knocks on my window. I open the door and look at the tiny man with apprehension.

Izzy started to scream even louder so I punched her boob.

"Ow! What the fuck!" she yells.

"That's it, bitch, I'm getting even."

Next thing you know both of our seat belts are off and she's jumping at me inside the car at the same time my brother opens the door. Izzy and I fall out and my head slams onto the ground first. I bring my hand to the back of my head and feels something warm so I bring my hand to my eyes and widen them when I see a blurry hand whose fingers were covered in blood.

"Oh fuck," Luke mutters right as I pass out.

Did I mention that I hate blood?

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Where... Am I at the hospital? Why am I at the hospital?!

I open my mouth to start screaming when Luke's face appears in my eyesight. Behind him are our parents with a worried look on their faces.

"Oh my goodness, McKinley? Are you okay sweetie? Oh, you probably don't know me, I'm Davis, Luke's fiancé. Anyways, I've heard so much about you in the past few hours. And you must've been the surprise he was talking about, and I must say I was pretty surprised when your friend knocked you out then passed out on top of—"

Luke cuts off David with a peck on the lips then whispers, "Babe, stop freaking her out..."

Davis nods and blushes, smiling at me one last time before curling up into my brother.

A knock sounds on the door before a woman wearing a long white coat walks into the room with a clipboard and a pen. She smiles at me then at my parents.

"Are you all her family?" she asks in a soft voice. Everyone nods and a small collection of "yes"s sound out from everyone. She looked skeptical but lets it slide.

"Well, I'm Dr. Chao and I'll be here to tell you about McKinley. I want her to stay for a few minutes — possibly thirty — so I can check to see how bad her concussion really is.--"

"Concussion? I have a concuss-- whoa... It's dizzy..." I mutter out, laughing as I put my hands out in front me, the sight of them all blurry.

"I'm gonna pass out," I whisper as I look at my weird hands.

"No! No, you can't fall asleep otherwise your concussion will get worse, sweetie..."

I tune the rest out and close my eyes, immediately falling asleep.

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Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!!!!!! this is so short compared to the first two chapters but I also just wanted to release this since it has been so long since I posted chapter two. Anyways hope you enjoyed this :)

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 16, 2019 ⏰

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