Chapter 7: Don't

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by Ariana9899

by Ariana9899

Alejandro James Vos ( POV)

I walk into Noah's hospital room, taking in his well awake figure. A grin spreads across my face.

" Why are you still up?" I pull up a chair to the hospital bed and seat myself in it. He smiles at me. I don't get how someone can look so attractive when they are literally dying.

" I wanted to-." He looks at me as he skips over his words; " I wanted to see you." He smiles at me. I laugh quietly as we make eye contact.

" Do you remember that time in 6th grade when we would walk around the neighborhood and talk to all the old ladies? We would always go to Mrs. Rosenburgs house, and she had a cat named-"

"- Bubbles." We say together and both burst out laughing. He looks at me, Hugh eyes glazed over for laughing so hard.

" She used to give him like a whole bad of treats.." He laughs, and I look at him, laughing along.

" I swear that cat weighed more than me." We laugh, and he pushes some of his brown hair off his forehead. " I'm gonna miss you." I tell him and he frowns, his bottom lip jutted out.

" Don't say that, A. I could get better." He encourages and a tear slips out of my eye and I quickly wipe it. He makes room for me on the hospital bed and pats it. I sigh and climb up, and he turns on a movie in the small television.

He can't leave me.

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" Hey Vos, I heard Noah is back in the hospital! I'm so glad, I was getting tired of everyone babying him." Timothy yells from across the hall and I slam my locker shut and turn to send him a glare. He smirks smugly, his arms crossed over his broad chest.

" Everyone's gonna be babying you if you don't keep your mouth shut, ass." Gasps are heard from the already forming crowd. He scoffs and walks closer to me. I form fists with my hands, squeezing them tightly.

" Your always so snappy, I can't wait to see how you act when your little boyfriend signs off! I hope it's sooner than later, you know? And-." I cut him off by punching him straight in the nose. A loud crack is heard, people quickly getting out their phones to record.

Let's take this outside, Vos." The crowd follows us to the courtyard and Timothy punches me in the stomach, and I hold back a sound of pain. The fight continues and we fall on the ground; at this point I'm so angry I'm not thinking of the consequences. My fist repeatedly hits his face until he gets up, the fight traveling around the schoolyard. Students record, gasping dramatically.

" Boys, What is going on? Office, now!"

A/N

What did you think of Alexes Pov? Next chap will be back to Carson, don't worry.