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"And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him."
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Billie dreaded moving to Forks, Washington. It was gloomy, it was depressing. But it turned out to be the best decision of her life.
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Based off of Stephanie Me...
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"Is she sleeping?" a musical voice asked.
My eyes flew open.
Grayson was standing at the foot of my bed, smirking.
I glared at him. It wasn't easy — it would have been more natural to ogle.
"Grayson, I'm sorry —"Tyler began.
Grayson lifted a hand to stop him.
"No blood, no foul," he said, flashing his brilliant teeth.
He turned around, leaning on the edge of Tyler 's bed and facing towards me. He smirked again.
"So, what's the verdict?" he asked me.
"There's nothing wrong with me at all, but they won't let me go," I complained.
"Why aren't you restrained to a gurney like the rest of us?"
"It's all about who you know," he answered. "But don't worry, I came to spring you."
Then a doctor walked around the corner, and my mouth fell open.
He was young, brunette and more handsome than any movie star I'd ever seen. Although, he was pale and tired-looking, with circles under his eyes. From Patrick's description, this had to be Grayson's father.
"So, Miss O'Connell,"
"Eilish" Grayson interrupted.
"Right, Miss Eilish," Dr Dolan said in a remarkably appealing voice, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm honestly fine," I said, for the last time, I hoped.
He walked to the lightboard on the wall over my head and turned it on."Your X-rays look good," he said.
"Does your head hurt? Grayson said you hit it pretty hard."
"It's fine," I repeated with a sigh, throwing a quick scowl toward Grayson.
The doctor's cold fingers probed lightly along my head. He noticed when I had winced.
