Girls Dont Play Football

Chapter Five: "My Bad"

Before I opened my eyes I listened to the beeping of the heart monitor. By the sounds and smell I could tell I was in the hospital. Slowly opening my eyes I saw Whitney staring at me. "You scared the hell out of us! How are you feeling?" She asked with a weak smile. I closed my eyes and groaned. "How you feeling? The doctor said death had his fist around your neck during surgery but you're going to be fine." Surgery? What in the world is she talking about? "One more question.... How do you feel about scars?"

I started shuffling around for a mirror or anything to see my reflection. Whitney grabbed the mirror before I could. "Don't panic, it isn't that bad! Besides I would be more concerned with how long you were in that coma." She smiled. Bitch what in the hell are you talking about?! "Here you go but remember, it could be worse." I yanked the mirror away from her and inspected my face.

My face wasn't too bad. I had a scar on my throat and left side of my face. "OK after the accident you wasn't injured too badly because Glenn blocked most of the glass, he's getting a rental car right now since the car is totaled. He was here at night with you but anyways, the driver had a brain aneurysm by the way. Poor guy, those things are ticking bombs. You had to have surgery and in surgery you fell into a coma for a whole week! Bet you feel relaxed." She smiled.

A whole fucking week?! It doesn't feel like it! "Can you just get a doctor so I can leave this place?" I asked. My throat hurt a little from the yelling. Whitney nodded then ran out of the room. I laid there and waited, and waited, and waited. After about twenty minutes I decided to get up myself. When I opened the door Whitney was standing there with a nurse. "Whitney, did you forget to do something?" I glared.

Whitney laughed at me. "My bad. Babe, can you go get a doctor for my friend please? She's kinda ready to leave." The nurse nodded then walked away but not before Whitney could smack her ass. She turned back to me with a smile on her face. "What's wrong?" I groaned before going back into the room with Whitney following me. "I said I was sorry!"

I climbed back into the bed and Whitney jumped into the other bed. "I think I'm in love. She's perfect! Like, did you see her boobs?! And that ass! Makes you just wanna eat off of it! What do you think?" I stared at her then turned back to the tv. "I think she's the one. Damn, it's so weird. I don't just wanna date her though! I wanna like, love her.... Eve, what a beautiful name. Is that weird?"

I raised my hand to shut her up. "You've only known this bitch for 20 minutes! Now sit down and shut up please! Beetlejuice is on." After a couple minutes of laughing the doctor and Eve came in.

While the doctor told me everything that happened Whitney was flirting with the nurse and got her number. When the doctor said I could leave I got dressed and we walked out of the room. Glenn always forgets how to get to my room so Whitney ran to go get him. I just used the wall for support and slowly walked to the elevators. "You!" Someone yelled.

Suddenly I was pushed into the wall by my neck. "How dare you disrespect me and expect to get away with it? Don't you know I can buy and sell you?" I stared into the angry eyes of Malcolm. I couldn't scream because of my throat so I just tried to get his hands off of me. "If you ever do that again I promise it will be the last mistake of your life. Try me-"

Almost as fast as I saw Malcolm he was gone and in his spot was a fist. Glenn punched Malcolm in the face and was about to go after him. "Put your hands on her again and I'll fucking kill you!" People started staring at us so I kind of pushed my weight onto Glenn so he would worry about holding me instead of killing Malcolm. Which worked by the way.

While Glenn was focused on me Malcolm jumped up and wiped the blood from his nose. "Oh you picked the wrong person Lay. I'll get you. You'll regret this day!" He slowly walked away from us. "You'll rue this day! Rue!" Then he walked around the corner. Who in the world says the word rue? I guess this nigga went to college!

I looked up at Glenn and glared at him. After me being in a coma for a week and him punching all of Malcolm's blood out all he had to say to me was.... "My bad. Who says the word rue these days? That nigga thinks he's so damn smart just because he went to college. "