His Lifeline

Chapter 46: Discovery of Dimples

I take that back; the beds weren't worth the questions after waking up, especially if you're disorientated.

Annabeth looked up from her book seconds after I blinked my eyes open. She must have a sixth sense or something. I noticed the Frank guy wasn't here. Was I out for that long?

"Hey, how are you feeling?" She asked as I sat up. I wasn't sure why I needed help earlier. I've had worse beatings; maybe I was just being lazy. I groaned into my hands. Why did I rely on her again?

"I'm fine. Where's Frank?" I asked, looking around. "I wasn't out for that long, was I?" Annabeth just smiled warmly at me.

"No, you were only out for around twenty minutes, but he kept looking at his watch, so I told him that I could wait for you on my own. He wanted to make sure you were ok when you got up," Annabeth explained softly. I nodded.

"Alright, so, what do you want to do?" she asked, and I shrugged. I didn't really feel like getting up; I just wanted to sleep. She sighed.

"How about this, we head to your house and hang out. I'll text my parents that I'm staying over?" she suggested, and I nodded. I didn't really have a better plan, and chilling out sounded great.

I stood up, legs wobbly. I scrunch my eyebrows together. Why was I so shaky? I felt Annabeth come up to my side and place my arm over her shoulders.

"The nurse said you had some degree of a concussion, so you're going to be a bit disorientated" I nodded at her, though the moving of my head now around 6 feet in the air made me dizzy. I stopped nodding. Then I shakily walked out of the basically deserted school to her car.

After she made sure I wasn't going to fall on my face getting into the car, she slid into her driver seat. I did the same, though a lot less gracefully, resulting in me banging my head on the door frame, which just made my brain feel worse. I blinked through the pain as we put on our seat belts and drove off to my house.

The car was quiet until I turned on the radio. The Reason by Hoobastank was playing, and I smiled. I haven't heard this song in a while. As the music played, nostalgia gripped my gut as I stared out the window. I felt a pinch on my arm and whipped my head around. Regretting it as my brain spun, I waited a few seconds before looking at Annabeth.

She sighed, eyes trained on the road, and asked, "Sing for me?" I felt butterflies in my stomach as I turned to face forward.

Why was this so nerve-wracking? I sang in front of more than a hundred people two weeks ago! Yea, but I actually care what Annabeth thinks. She said she liked it when I got off stage. I internally beat the negative thoughts with a bat. She wants to hear me sing; I'll do my best to sing! I thought angrily.

I jumped in at the chorus.

I've found a reason for me

To change who I used to be

A reason to start over new

And the reason is you

And the reason is you

And the reason is you

And the reason is you

I'm not a perfect person

I never meant to do those things to you

And so I have to say before I go

That I just want you to know