Bad Boy, Who?

Chapter 2

Trying to leave the mall had been a nightmare. Every time that we passed a shop window, Lucia just had to pause and fuss over whatever was inside. Eventually, I decided to just grab her by the arm and drag her outside, much to her dismay. I love her – I really, do but sometimes I feel like we are complete opposites.

"What are you shaking your head about?" Lucia asks quizzically, snapping me out of my reverie.

I hadn't even noticed I was doing it.

"Nothing" I laugh. "Just thinking about how much of an idiot you are".

"Ow, what was that for?" I shriek as she playfully slapps my arm.

She rolls her eyes, walking towards her car – but it's obvious that she is fighting a grin. I catch up with her tiny legs easily and slide into the passenger door.

My legs almost sigh in relief as I sit down, protesting at the fact that I had been standing for almost three hours straight. I wiggle my toes inside my shoes, hoping to bring some of the feeling back into them. For the fifth time today, I decide that I hate shopping.

Beside me, Lucia reaches over to turn on the radio. This time it's my turn to roll my eyes as a Justin Bieber song begins to play. She immediately starts belting out the lyrics to 'Yummy', glancing at me mischievously as she does so. Why she is so obsessed with him, I have no idea. 5 Seconds of Summer are so much better and there is no doubt about it.

I groan loudly and reach over to change the station to something better, but she hits my hand away laughing.

"YEAH YOU GOT THAT YUMMY, YUM THAT YUMMY, YUM THAT YUMMY, YUMMY" Lucia belts as loud as she can.

"Lucia!" I whine. "You've already forced me to endure hell all day – the least you could do is put some good music on".

Gasping in mock horror, she spares a quick disbelieving glance towards me before focusing her eyes back on the road.

"Justin Bieber is good. There is literally no doubt about it. I mean how could you even say such a thing? Gosh Teagan, I thought you were better than this!" She rants sarcasticly.

"You know, for someone with such short legs, you certainly do have a big mouth".

My best friend's head whips towards me, her jaw falling open. Smirking, I stifle a laugh. Making fun of her height is something I do at least three times a day. 

"Now that's just plain rude" She retorts quickly, but I can tell she isn't actually offended.

"Yeah maybe, but it's true though" I joke.

"At least I have a boyfriend!"

"That's because I don't need a boy to make me feel better about myself" I shoot back, laughing.

"No, I think it's more like all the boys are too overwhelmed by my beauty to notice you" Lucia giggles, keeping her eyes focused on the road.

Amused, I gasp. "Ok, that's it. As soon as we get out of this car, you're going down".

"I'd like to see you try".

Chuckling, I glance out of the passenger window. One of the many things I hate about winter is how early it gets dark. Like seriously, why can't it just stay light all year round?  It's already pitch black outside and it's only 5 o'clock. It probably doesn't help that I live in quite a rural area – so there are close to no street lights around.

Suddenly, as we are nearing a corner, bright headlights blind me and I cover my eyes in protest.

Letting out a string of curse words, Lucia swerves, but even I know it's too late.

I scream as an out-of-control car crashes into our bonnet, the impact causing my head to smash against the door. Immediately, I can feel that my legs are trapped in the foot-well and I muffle another scream as a searing pain shoots through them.

Attempting to look for Lucia, I hesitantly open my eyes. But it's no use – my vision is blurry from hitting my head and I can barely make out what is right in front of me, let alone beside me.

A loud ringing sounds in my ears and I fight the urge to throw up. However, I can barely think straight anymore. The pain that has captured my whole body is excruciating and fear is pumping through my veins, controlling my mind like a drug.

Slowly, I bring my hand towards my back pocket – praying that my phone is still usable. Luckily, it lights up as soon as I press the home button. Bringing it as close to my face as possible in order for my eyes to try and focus on the screen, I slide my finger over the call button, dialing 911 on speakerphone.

I wince as another burst of pain racks my body and I hope to God that I can stay conscious long enough to get help.

My voice wavers as I hastily tell the operator of my whereabouts. Slightly calming my nerves, they assure me that somebody will be here to help soon.

Taking a deep breath, I weakly attempt to listen for Lucia's breathing - but the ringing in my ears is too loud. She didn't respond to me contacting 911, so I figure she is most likely unconscious.

Oh God... what if she wasn't just unconscious. What if she was...

I rapidly push the suffocating thoughts away. I can't think like that. She has to be alive. She just has to.

It's then that my body decides it simply can't stay awake any longer. I barely feel the now silent phone fall from my hand and, before I can stop myself, my eyes close and I drift into unconsciousness.
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I finally finished the second chapter! I literally spent two hours working on this and it didn't even turn out as long as I hoped it would.

So, what did you think?

I would be so grateful if you could press the star at the bottom of your phone as it lets me know that people are actually enjoying this.

Anyway, see you at the next chapter ;)

~Daisy