We're Fake

Broken

Grayson P.O.V

*5 days later*

This is all my fault.

Cara almost killed Isabella, Just to get back together with me.

She told me, "if you don't get back together with me, I'll do it again" And I don't think Isabella will make it a second time.

If that's not crazy, I don't know what is.

So I responded with, "I'll do it. Just leave Isabella alone. And I have to tell her if I'm getting back together with you"

Cara's in the waiting room right now, waiting for me tell Isabella.

I was in her hospital room, sitting down on a chair by her bed.

She did brake two ribs, her nose, arm, and jaw.

"Grayson?" She ask waking up. "Hey." I respond. "Where's my mom, and Caleb?" She ask trying to get up. "You can't really move. Not unless you wanna brake another rib." I joke. "Seriously?" She ask before rolling her eyes.

"Sorry, to early." I apologise. "No. I just hate hospitals." She tells me. "Listen, I'm really sorry about what Cara did." I apologise again. "It's not your fault." She grabs my hand intertwine our fingers together. "Cara told me if I don't get back together with her, she'll hurt you. More." I inform her. "You said no right?" She ask. My eyes travel across the room, me not wanting to tell the truth.

"You said yes!?"

"I didn't wanna be the blame for Cara killing. I wouldn't be able to live with myself." I tell her.

"Grayson! I can take care of myself." She rolls her eyes. "Well clearly not. If you could, you would have two broken ribs, a broken nose, jaw, and arm!" I basically yell. She sign. "Okay." She signs. "That's it?" I ask. "Yeah. If you want to her, then go ahead." She shrugs. "I don't want her. I'm doing it to protect you." I say once again. "Well Grayson, if you wanna protect me, nobody's stopping you."

I nod as I get up, "See you later."

"See you later." She responds. I walk out of the door to automatically be greeted by Cara.

"You broke up with her?" She ask. I nod as we walk out of the hospital.

And that was the end me and Isabella,

At least that's what I thought.

Isabella P.O.V

*1 Week later*

"It's hard really to do any work when my right arm is broken. And that is the hand I write with." I tell my mom. "What do you want for me to do than?" She ask. "Do you want me to get all F's for writing like a kindergarten, or just let me be out of school until I'm healed more?"

"Fine. You don't have to go to school tomorrow." She tells me before I walk back upstairs.

See kids,

That's how you school your old lady.

Of course I can write with my hand, I just hate seeing Grayson through the hall making out with Cara. It literally kills me. And Everytime I see Cara, it makes me wanna kill her,

Literally.

So I made up an excuse, and my mom bought it.

Easy as that.

"I'm not done!" My mom shouts. "Caleb!"

I walk back downstairs, and see what my mother wanted. "So, as you guys know, I do work a lot." She starts. "And I got a raise."

"Awesome, can I go now?" I ask. "Well, we have to move LA." She says.

"Cool." I shrug. "W - wait. Wait. What?" Caleb ask confused. "We've lived in Jersey our whole life. Our friends, our future colleges. Our relationships!" He yells. "Caleb. Your over reacting. It's not that serious." I roll my eyes. "Out of all people, you should know how I feel. Cheer. Your friends. And all those dudes are after you. You're living the life. Why are you ok with this?" He ask yelling at me.

"The bitch that nearly killed me, goes to that school! And she stole my boyfriend. I can't do cheer anymore, now that my rib and arm is broken, and no dudes are coming after me. It wouldn't be a bad thing if we move." I say before walking upstairs to my room.