Winning over The Bad Boy(Do you wanna play a game)

You try ignoring him- it's harder than it looks;

"Morning, sunshine." My mother said while drawing back the blinds in his room. "Morning." I said groggily. She offered me a small smile before she patted my leg, "get ready and come down for breakfast when you're finished." She said while getting up and leaving the room. I rubbed my eyes and got up off the bed. Today will be a bad day. I thought as I walked out of the room and down the hall towards my bedroom. I walked into my room and headed straight towards the bathroom. I turned on my straightener and walked out waiting for it to heat up. I walked towards my closet and picked out light high waist shorts, a plain black crop top and a pair of jeweled sandals. My favorite pair I may add. They were just adorable and I absolutely valued them. I placed my clothing on my bed and dragged my weight back to my bathroom. It's only Wednesday, and I already longed for this first week back to be over with. So far, my Junior Year stinks.. I climbed up onto my rather big sink and sat criss- crossed while I straightened the bottom half of my hair first. Once I was satisfied with how it looked, I let down the other half and started straightening that too. While I was finishing up, something had to go wrong- I burned my face, and might I say it hurt; bad! I dropped my hair straightener in the sink and automatically brought my hand to my cheek where the damage was done. I pulled my hand away, and just as I thought; a giant red mark started to form into a light scab. I decided against picking at it and decided I was satisfied with how my hair was anyways. I started on my make up. I applied some mascara to have it be smeared all the way across my lower eyelid and into my eye. I rushed my hand to my eye to quickly get water on a rag and apply it to my now red and swollen eye. "Why?" I asked to no one in particular with a grunt. my eye had finally gone back to normal and tried again with my make up. I finished this time without hurting myself. I looked at myself once more in the mirror. My scar was obviously visible. I lifted up my shirt to look at the many others. I sighed and pulled my shirt back down. I never used to be self conscious, I used to be proud of my body, but things changed now ever since then. I pushed all thoughts to the back of my head and looked at the clock on the nightstand. 6:15. "Poo." I muttered before rushing back over to the sink to brush my teeth. Once finished brushing and mouth washing, I walked back out of my room to get dressed. Once dressed I walked down the steps and was greeted by our maid. She wasn't a maid to me though, she was family. "Hi, Rosy." I said using her nickname I gave her when I was eight. "Well, good morning, beautiful." She responded and I smiled, walking over to her a press a light kiss on her cheek. "Don't worry about my room, it's already clean." I said while quickly walking off before she could argue. For some reason she would always insist to clean my room. I don't even know why, probably because dad pays her over time. Ever since the incident, Rosa just practically moved in, mom needed the extra help, and Rosa had been widowed for a few years now, maybe six or seven. "Hi, mom." I said while walking next to her and placing a side kiss on her cheek. "Hello, dear, do you want breakfast?" She asked while shuffling through a bunch of paper work. "Uh, no thanks, I'm okay." I said before grabbing an apple. "Is Liam ready yet? Were going to be late." I directed towards my mother. "Liam, dear, are you ready?" My mother asked my brother who was strolling down the stairs and into the kitchen. "All ready." He said before taking my apple. "May I?" He asked before biting into it and I simply just gestured towards the apple allowing him to have it. He smiled gratefully and took a bite. "Do you want me to take you to school today?" He asked and I smiled while nodded my head 'yes'."Where's Lana?" He asked and I shrugged wandering myself. I quickly went to go run up the stairs but was greeted by Rosa smirking. "Want these?" She asked while holding my bag and phone in front of me. "Thank you." I said while kissing her cheeks and taking my items gratefully. "Love you, guys. Have a good day." I yelled back at my family before walking out the door and to my brothers car. He was obsessed with his car. I hiked my way up his Tundra truck to get in the passenger seat. " Ready?" My brother asked while I clipped my seat belt. "Yup." I said while popping the 'p'. And with that, my brother went speed racing down the driveway and out the gates of both my house and the closed off environment, onto the main road. We sped our way down the Florida roads to my school about 20 minutes away. We pulled into my brother's reserved parking spot and bid our goodbyes. He gave me a smile and a weak hug before walking off to his friends. I saw Lana and walked up to her. She greeted me with a slap to my arm. Yup, a wonderful day. Hint all the sarcasm. "What was that for?!" I raised my voice at her and rubbing my arm. "Scaring the hell out of me!" She bit back but had a smug smile on her face. "Lana, language." I scolded with to a playful hint in my voice. She laughed at my words, "sorry mom." She said rolling her eyes. And I laughed. And the bell for first block rang, "come on." I said nudging her and we walked off towards our classes. I saw my friend and hugged him. "Hey Jeremy." I greeted with a smile. "Hey, rug rat." He said while rubbing my hair. "Hey!" i protested while swatting his hand away and adjusting my hair that was staticing in all different directions. Jeremy laughed at me and took his normal seat. I sat down next to him and Lana. And Nick of course, had to be the one to sit behind me. He loved annoying me, and boy, did he freaking annoy me! The whole class period he kept hitting my desk, kicking it, or throwing paper balls at the back of my head. I left out an annoyed growl, and a very unattractive one. The bell finally rang and I was out of that class so fast. I walked to my second period and nothing exciting really happened in that class. Just the same as first period- being annoyed by Nick and everyone else. But when lunch ended and I had two more classes is exactly when life got real good. (Sarcasm noted.) I was in fifth period when I excused myself to the bathroom. The teacher had agreed and I walked in to be greeted by the one and only, Bethany Harpick. "Well, would you look at who we have here." She said in a teasing tone and I suddenly couldn't speak. "Still speechless from our last encounter?" she asked with a smirk played on her lips? I didn't answer just gnawed on my lip. "Huh? Are you going to answer, bitch?" She taunted and I still didn't say anything. "Aw, is the baby getting upset?" She pressed more. "Just stop and leave me alone. I did nothing to you!" I spat back after awhile attempting to leave before she pulled my arm back and slammed me against the wall. "Right, you did nothing to me, but Logan was a different story right?" She asked with a smirk. "Leave him out of this!" I spat tears stinging my eyes. "Aw, is this a touchy subject for miss, 'I get away with murder." She said emphasizing the last part. Tears fell down my face. "You don't know him. You don't know what happened. You don't know anything." I said viciously shaking my head back and forth. "I know enough, to know that a nobody like you killed your own brother." She spat back stepping closer. "Get away from me." I spat looking away. "What?!" She questioned grabbing both sides of my cheeks, pressing them together so I can look at her. Tears were coming down my face and there was no stopping them now. "You're pathetic. You've got everyone convinced you're so innocent. But don't you worry, I see through your little act." She spat dropping my face again and backing up a bit. "You don't know me and you don't know what the fuck I've been through." I shouted after I waited and decided I was done taking crap from people, especially her. "Don't speak to me like that." She spat stepping closer. "Or what, you'll give me a concussion again?" I spat back stepping closer. She slapped me full force and I quickly grabbed my face to stop the stinging. I had tears welling in my eyes. I wiped the one's falling and pushed past her to leave the washroom. I just wanted to leave. She let me leave but only for a few minutes before following me out and pushing me against lockers and punching me repeatedly in my face. I fell to the floor and she started kicking me with her giant foot. The pain hurt so bad. After she hit me about five times in the face and about seven when I was down, she backed away knowing i wouldn't do anything. I couldn't do anything. I brought my hand up to my lip to feel the sting and blood. She turned back and smirked before she pulled out her phone and took a picture. "This'll look great in the year book." She smirked and giggled with her friends while I stood there and cried. I walked away and headed to the car park. I heard my name being called and I instantly knew who it was. After I was ignoring him for awhile, his happy tone, in which he called my name with turned into serious and he started to jog to me. I ran away from him, hearing him echo my name, but the tears just kept rolling down my cheeks. I made a sharp turn down the block and turned into a local bathroom they had outside a small cafe. I ran into the ladies room, panting, but not too much due to me being on the volleyball team before. He just didn't give up. I opened up one of the stalls and fell to the floor crying. I heard the bathroom door open and I started crying quieter. I buried my head into my hands as I hugged my knees closer to my chest. I heard a light tap on the door, but I didn't respond, hoping the person would get that it's occupied. The stranger knocked a little harder this time, but still with a gentleness to it. "It's occupied." I choked out and the person spoke. "Effy, open the door." He begged a little. "Ryder, just go." I said shaking my head even though he couldn't see me. "Effy, just open the door." He said softer. I didn't respond just kept my head in my hands sobbing. And the next thing I knew the stall door flew open to reveal a sweaty looking Ryder. "Look what you made me do, I had to break a door, you could've easily have opened." He said but once I raised my face to look at him his expression changed to- Anger? Why would he be angry. "Ryder, just leave." I pleaded with tears brimming my eyes. "W-what happened?" He choked out coming next to me. I just shook my head and put it back into my hands. He lifted up my face to examine the wounds. "This isn't just a head shake 'no', Effy." He said while examining the damage. I pulled my face away from him to look at the opposite wall and attempted to choke back the tears. "You shouldn't be here, Ryder." I said after awhile trying to get him to leave. "Neither should you, I guess we both just break the rules sometimes." He said with a smug smile. "Rules aren't meant to be broken, it's the law of life." I said back. "Life is like a game. Playing the game can result in rule following or rule breaking. Do you wanna have fun? Or get bored in about two minutes? The choice is yours, Effy." Ryder said grabbing my face to look at him again. I didn't know what to say, so i just looked down and away from him. "Are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked and I ignored him, chewing on my bottom lip. "Well, are you going to tell me what happened?" He asked irritation obviously drowning his words. "Ugh." He groaned and got up and started pacing. "Can you at least tell me when it happened?" He asked anger dripping from every word, and I still didn't answer and avoided all eye contact. "Damn it, Effy. I want to help this is so frustrating!" He snapped hitting the wall and I flinched. "Well, I didn't ask you to now did I, Ryder? No I didn't I tried to avoid you and you followed me!" I shot back standing up too. "Who did this, Effy." He asked again. "No one, forget it, Ryder." I said pacing back and forth. "How am i supposed to forget it. Someone bruised your face. Somebody hurt you physically and mentally. How am I supposed to forget that?" He snapped again. "I don't know! Why do you even care so much?" I snapped again at him. "BECAUSE I CARE ABOUT YOU!" He responded every word being brought down a notch also with him approaching closer to me.I shook my head 'no' and placed a hand in the air to stop him. "Can you just please leave?" I asked him turning away from him, knowing I really don't want him to leave. "No. I'm sorry, but I cant leave you here, alone."He said shaking his head. "Damn it, Ry, just go!" I yelled and he looked taken aback a little by my harsh words. "If that's what you'd like." He stated before turning to the stall door and walking out. I sat down in my original spot and let out soft sobs. The bathroom door opened and then closed. I got up from my spot with tears in my eyes and walked out of the stall to the mirror. I had a black and blue eye, my lip was bleeding and my ribs hurt. I looked down to see blood seeping through my shirt. I lifted up my shirt to see bruises out lining my ribs. I started to feel light headed before I was falling onto my knees. I grasped the sink for support but couldn't seem to pull myself up. The only thing I could think about was getting help. "HELP!" I yelled. "HELP!" I kept repeating but no one came. I fell down on the ground and the only thing I could think was, "Really? Again?" And with that i fell onto the floor. Limp and weak. I hated it. the bathroom door had opened and a familiar voice cooed me. "Effy. Effy. What's wrong?" He panicked. "I-I can't breath, Ry, I can't breath." I slurred out trying to in take sharp breaths. "Ryder, what's happening." I asked panicking. "Shh." He cooed before he brought out his phone and dialed a number, which I assume was 911. "Ryder. I'm tired." I whispered out. "No, no. Elizabeth stay with me." He tried to rush out. "i-I can't." I informed and he shook his head not taking it an answer. "Elizabeth, I can't lose you! Stay with me!" He pleaded, but I coulnd't keep the blackness from over taking me. I tried and i fought, but it was stronger than I was. I slipped into the darkness with the last thing I heard was, "Please, Effy, come back to me." I could hear movement in the back ground, but I couldn't open my eyes. I tried to talk too, but couldn't find the words. "I don't care, doc! Help her!" A familiar voice pleaded. "I'm sorry, sir, but there's nothing I can do. She's in a coma." The doctor responded. "How?" He asked raising his voice a bit. "When she hit her head about, two days ago, she had a strong concussion, going back to school and falling down stairs didn't help it much." The doctor explained and Ryder was silent. "Which means?" He asked after awhile. "She could possibly have a brain tumor now." The doc replied after a moment of silence. "A what?" Ryder snapped. "Brain tumor, sir." The doc explained again and Ryder murmured something before someone came asking for the doctor. He excused himself and left. I could feel Ryder sit down next to me. He grasped my hand, but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't feel anything. "I was told that people can hear others in coma's. I don't know if you can hear me or not, but Ef, please, you have to come back to me." He pleaded and I could feel him lower his head onto my stomach. Someone new walked into the room and started to talk to Ryder. "Ry, bud, you need to go home, we don't know how much longer she'll be in here for." He said to Ryder. "No. I'm not leaving. She's too young. She doens't belong in her fighting for her life!" Ryder spat with venom inter looping his voice. "Dude, why do you care so much?" He asked and there was a pause. "She's different. I feel like for once i can open up with someone again. Other than you, Jamie and Teresa." Ryder explained. "You're not just using her because of Teresa?" The guy asked and Ryder responded almost to quickly, "I don't know." "Well, figure it out." He said while patting his back and leaving. Ryder came back over next to me and placed him hand in mine again, and I really wished I could move so i could pull away from him. He's using me. I hate that. I tried to function again, but instead I just heard louder beeps echoing the room. I kept trying and Ryder started yelling for a doctor. It was scaring me. Feet came shuffling in and someone ordered Ryder out. I had electric shoot through my body and I opened my eyes to quickly close them again due to the lights. "Elizabeth? Do you know where you are?" Someone asked. "Hell?" I responded and they chuckled. "Not quite." They responded and I opened my eyes. "I'm in the hospital.. Again." I responded with a roll of my eyes. And they asked me other basic questions. "There's a young boy out there asking to see you, do you want to see him?" He asked. "Is his name Ryder?" I asked and he shook his head 'yes'. "No." I responded bluntly and he nodded in understanding. He left and came back with detectives and they started asking me questions on how I fell down the stairs. "Hello, Elizabeth, I'm detective, Jacobs, and I'm here to ask you some questions." I nodded and he looked at a sheet of paper. "You were act school when the incident happened, correct?" He asked. "Yes, sir." I mumbled, and he nodded in understanding. "How did it happen?" He asked and I sighed. "You want me to be honest, correct?" I asked not making eye contact. "Ma'am, I would just like to get this sorted out, so, yes, the truth would be highly correct." He said staring at me. And I sighed again. "I didn't fall down any stairs, sir." I said with a low, soft voice.