Worth It

(28) Manipulations and Complications During Situations

The first song is called White Dress by Halestorm. The second one is called That Bitch by Bea Miller. I had to add both songs because I couldn't decide between them. I think that they get the point of the chapter across. Miller's song is vulgar, but I mean, this whole chapter is told through Jo's perspective so... I thought it was a good fit. :) Fair warning, Jo's mind is a dark and manipulative place to be in, so proceed with caution ya'll because if you choose to continue, you are in for a dark ride! This chapter is told all through Jo's point of view. I love getting inside her head because I am nothing like her and it is so fun to embrace other people's perspective's on life and way of thinking. Anyway, I don't own either video or song. Just thought they went along well with this chapter. Vote and comment, 'cause I'd really appreciate it! Hope you enjoy and thanks for sticking with me this far! It means the world to me and I hope I am making it worth your while! Happy reading!! :) <3 <3

Jo

What you learn while waking up in the nurse's office after getting punched in the face:

1. It really fucking hurts.

2. Your eye feels like it will never open to see the light of day again.

3. Your nose? Well, I never really liked my nose that much before I got punched in the face, but after the fact? Not exactly the nose job I would have hoped to get.

4. It really motherfucking hurts!

I already said that, didn't I? Well, it does! Plus, it's kind of overwhelming to see a bunch of people gathered around you in your face just waiting for you to open your eyes while you're trying to remember how to breathe! Let alone what happened to make your head feel like the slightest movement could end you.

"She's alive!" Shane yells, her usual pristine fishtail braid all messy and out of sorts.

June, who is in the chair next to where Shane is sitting at the foot of one of the nurses beds where I just so happen to be laying on, slaps Shane's shoulder. "Ow!" Shane exclaims, her hand rubbing the spot that June had hit her on.

"She got punched in the face! She wasn't in a coma, dumb ass!" June retorts.

"Well, excuse me for being worried about my friend after someone finally knocked her smart ass to the ground!" Shane tells June, defensively.

"Um--" A woman clears her throat, trying to gain the girl's attention (and failing).

And guess what? The woman just so happens to be professor Saco. Not the usual nurse. I never really thought much about the woman who teaches some therapy class. I never really cared enough to take note of her profession before. Mostly because she was a successful woman in her mid-thirties who just so happened to have the body of a Victoria Secret model.

No, seriously! I mean, have you seen that woman's butt? I swear you could bounce a bucket of quarters off it! A bucket! I wish I was joking.

And her breasts? Even if she always wears sweaters that are a little baggy, you can tell the woman has more than a handful.

So, no. I've never really taken the time to care enough about this woman to see what she teaches. But, now that I know she's bagging the sexy, hot professor?

Oh, it is on! This bitch won't know what hit her!

"Professor Saco!" I try to be enthusiastic about meeting this bitch, but while my eye is closing in on me and I'm pretty sure a lump is developing on my forehead and don't you get me started on my nose! So, with all this going on, needless to say, it is pretty hard to appear to be anything less than pathetic when you might as well be on your deathbed and your enemy (who has yet to be informed that she is your enemy) looks like she just had a photo shoot with Vogue.