When I woke up, Lance, Cassidy, Julianna, Rylee, and Miguel were all beside me. It didn't look like we were in the roller rink still though.
"Calvin? Calvin can you hear me?" Cassidy asked, shaking my shoulders frantically.
My ears rung like in the movies when bombs go off for soldiers, while my blurry vision struggled to focus on just one of the six figures.
"Calvin, you hit your head." She stated softly, the ringing in my ears beginning to fade out.
"Pretty hard too." Julianna added.
"Pretty hard is an understatement." An unfamiliar man replied.
I looked down to an old man in a white coat holding a clipboard, a pair of glasses resting on his nose.
"It's only a mild concussion, luckily. Things could have been much worse if he had been going faster."
"Is he going to be okay?" Lance asked.
"Peachy. Lots of rest and lots of water for the next week and you'll be good as new." The man responded.
I blinked my eyes closed tightly, the ringing subsiding entirely along with the shaky blurriness of my vision. I looked at each of them.
"Where are we?"
"We're at the hospital. You knocked yourself out so we called 911." Miguel clarified.
I looked at Lance, narrowing my gaze slowly.
"It's your fault." I accused.
He looked at me like I was crazy.
"How is this my fault? I didn't do anything."
"You let go of my hand because your friends came in."
"I let go of your hand so you could try skating on your own. Yes, my friends came in, is that such a big deal?" He glared at me.
"Just admit it, your embarrassed to be seen with me!" I sat up slowly with a scowl.
"I am not embarrassed to be seen with you." He lowered his voice to a growl.
"That's exactly what a person who is embarrassed to be seen with another person would say! Admit it!"
"I don't know what you're talking about!"
While we bickered back and forth, the four others just watched us in silence.
"Just say it!"
"I don't know what you want me to say!"
"That you're too cool to be seen with a group of people like us, so you let me go to save yourself the humiliation of explaining to your stuck up little rich boy friends why you were holding my hand!" I shouted.
"Maybe I just wanted you to get off my back a little! The second I try to be nice to you, you start hanging onto me like I'm your boyfriend or something!" He yelled.
"Because I've never skated before! What do you expect me to do! You're the one who skated up to me to catch me when Miguel left!"
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Once Upon A Friday Night
RomanceCalvin Malone is your average 19 year old boy; smart, sharp, mildly outgoing, and healthy. His entire life is planned out, no extra writing between the lines, he knows exactly what he wants to do and nothing is holding him back. Not a single thing f...
