I'll Never Let You Win

6

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe, finding out Ashley was in a rock band that wore makeup wasn't such a good idea. I mean, that is the reason I'm presently sat in bed, in a freakishly clean room. With a broken bone or two. And a fractured skull. And a shattered rib. Nothing major, really. Of course there's the bruises and cuts and scratches, too many to count. They don't look as bad as I last remembered them to be, but that's probably because they've healed a bit and the blood has gone away.

I could barely move, I was in agonizing pain. Even having my eyes open caused my head to throb like it was going out of fashion. Suddenly, I heard a small knock coming from the door. I wonder who that could be? I said 'come in' as quiet as I could but loud enough so they could hear.

I wasn't expecting any visitors; but lo and behold Mr Jake Pitts stood before me.

"Uh hi?" I asked him, clearly questioning why the hell he was here.

"Hey Andy!" Jake pronounced, far too loud to be bearable.

"Um, hi?" I asked, my voice just above a whisper. "What do you want?"

"I was just dropping by to say hi. I feel really bad for what Ashley did. I should have told you, I knew you'd be going. I feel like its my fault."

"I um-er-uh yeah I'm great thanks what with my fractured skull and all. Tell Ashley I'm grateful for getting me out of school for a few months. Also tell Ashley he won't be seeing me again. Also, leave." I instructed, pointing to the door. Jake slowly stood up and left, a questioning look across his face. He called me a social retard and then comes and tries to hold a conversation?

A/N again sorry their all short but I'd rather give you quicker updates with shorter chapters than longer updates a lot less often.