Hate and Other Crappy Things - Living·my·life Forever (top books of all time .txt) 📗

Nothing can change that. I'm sorry." I slapped him in the face with all the strength I had. I didn't mind that he was gay. Not at all. I just hated the fact that he kept it from me for so long. 

I pushed through the crowd that formed and was about to walk out. "Get back in there, Tanner!" did this guy not just see what happened? "Did I stutter? Goooo." Mr. Fitch said go as if I was slow. However, I obeyed to avoid a referral. 

When I stopped beside Isabel, he blew the whistle and the game began. Balls flying everywhere. All my anger was poured into the game like a disastrous flood. I threw a ball at Elliott and it knocked him in the cheek and he slid across the floor. His hands went up. 

"What was that for?!" I smirked evily and picked up another ball to continue the game. No one lies to me and gets away with it. 

Then it hit me. A big ass red ball hit me in the back of my head with so much force, it threw me hard to the ground. When I fell, my head slapped the floor which made my ears ring and shake with an immense amount of pain. My body refused to get up and I could feel the warm, red blood slowly trickle its way down my neck. My vision blurred and an uncomfortable ringing filled the sweaty air around me. My head began to feel a kind of fuzziness like the world around me was spinning.

Bel came to me with an old friend of mine, one of the friends who gave up on me. He lightly slipped his arms around me and lifted me from the dusty gym floor. Whispers were coming from all the kids in class with us. They were saying things like, that's what she gets and bitch got what she deserves. Of course that was the slutty girls who only cared for the pretty boy who was my ex. Some were defending me saying, well the guy shouldn't have cheated, and she has every right to be pissed. Yeah, as you guessed, those were the hot and/or not so hot guys who always tried to hook up with me at parties when I was single. No more parties for moi! Until I get a boyfriend of course.

We entered the nurse's office and Jacky set me on the plastic covered cot. The nurse wiped the blood off my neck, which wasn't much and asked what happened.

"I um-"

"She was hit with a dodge ball." Isabel answered for me, noticing the pain I was in. "I think she may have a concussion." 

"Yes, I'm going to test her for that. Okay sweetie, tell me your full name."

"Um, it's um, um..." I let out an exhaustive breath as my head swirled again.

"Do you remember me?"

"Yeah, J-Jacky. I remember." He smiled sweetly. His small, crater-like dimple appeared on his right cheek. 

"Can you stand up for me?" I tried to lift myself up but fell right back down with a thump. She then waved a small flashlight thing to my eyes and I flinched back. Is she trying to freaking blind me? Chill out!

"Yes, she certainly has a concussion. She'll need to take the day off. I know there's no one to pick her up," No need to rub it in lady. I do remember some things. "so, do any of your friends have a free period?" 

"Jesse does, Jesse Michaels. I can go get him." Isabel stood.

"That's fine. I can just call him here. Make sure someone takes her to the hospital soon. I'm not allowed to give her the medicine she needs. But, she can take some Ibuprofen. I'll give you a list of things that she needs to know and she'll need to go to the doctor if they happen." she went to the microphone and called for a Jesse Michaels to report to the clinic immediately.

"Izzy, who's Jesse Michaels?" she smiled at Jacky and nudged his shoulder with hers.

"Oh, just some hot guy who has the biggest crush on you." she waved her hand at me nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. I shrugged and lay cautiously back down on the surprisingly comfy cot. 

"That was wrong, Bel." I heard Jacky say before I fell into a deep sleep. 

~ A/N: Sorry this chapter is so darn short. I was being lazy when I updated it. ;) ~

Hot Guy In My House, Score!

"Ay, I'm going to take you home, Bree." a sexy English accent caught my attention and I rolled over to see who that heavenly voice belonged to. I looked up at the angel and saw vibrant blue eyes smiling at me with a mouth that mirrored the same amount of sympathy. Who was this Greek God?? 

"I wanna take you a few more places than that, sexy." Oh shit! I don't even know this guy. He chuckled and helped me get off the cot. I stumbled into his arms, not purposely, and he decided to pick me up bridal style instead. I looked at Izzy as we walked out and mouthed 'is this Jesse?'. She nodded and winked at me. I know what that means. That's her wink that tells me to enjoy it while I can, but in a naughty way. Jacky shook his head at us. 

Jesse took me out into the hall and we walked towards the double doors. His aroma smelled like an Abercrombie and Fitch clothing store. I breathed in his scent and clutched onto his leather jacket. He was so warm which made me squeeze him tighter. I kind of felt a little high from being hit in the head so I didn't specifically know what I was doing. 

"Do you remember who I am?" his voice startled me.

"No. I don't even remember my name. Sucks balls, huh?"

"Sure does. Well, your name is Gabrielle Olivia Tanner but everyone calls you Bree or Gabby. I'm Jesse Michaels, one of your best friends," he said that last part rather proudly. We walked outside and went deep into the parking lot. My eyes bulged out of their sockets when I saw his red and black motorcycle. 

"Is that how you're taking me home?"

"Yeah, the usual-you loves my motorcycle. That ball really messed you up, didn't it babe?" I glared at him. I am not messed up. "Whoa there, tiger. No need to roar." he laughed. 

"And how are you my friend?" 

"Because you love me till the end of the Earth." he grinned showing his pearly whites and sat me nimbly on his vehicle. 

Part of me commemorated the feeling of sitting with him on his bike. The feeling of the hard but comfortable leather under my bottom, the feeling of having my arms tightly strapped around his waist. The wind was fierce against my face but it felt absolutely amazing. Speed took over as everything whooshed past our eyes at an unbelievable acceleration. Yes baby, it was awesome! 

We arrived at I'm guessing my house and Jesse took my keys and opened the door. He came back to the motorcycle and lifted me off with ease. A strong man, nice. He sat me on the couch and laid out my legs to get me comfy, then took off my shoes. After that, he took off his leather jacket and went through one of the pockets and revealed a piece of paper. 

"Okay so, do you know what today's date is?" He read from the paper he held.

"Um, why?" dumb question.

"For your concussion, remember?" He glanced at me in an obvious way and looked back to the paper.

"Oh yeah, today is the 29th of August." he smiled. 

"Good. Can you tell me where you are?"

"My house."

"Alright, babe guess what? You're not so fucked up after all!" I squinted my eyes at this guy. Who is he to call me fucked up?!

"Are you always an ass, J?"

"You remember my nickname. You and Bel are the only ones who call me that. My babe is coming back!" I smirked. "So, where do you keep medicine? You're supposed to take some Ibuprofen and ice the injury." 

"In the bathroom. Shouldn't you know that already? If you are my best friend, why don't you know?" He rolled his eyes and ignored my joking tone.

"Okay. Stay there. You are supposed to rest. Listen, don't be all stubborn and get up either." 

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah yeah. What ever." I mimicked his accent, but for some reason he laughed. Am I that amusing?

Instead of obeying Jesse's orders, I swung my legs off the couch to go and get a snack as well as the phone to call the private family doctor. I needed to be fairly sure that I wasn't, well, 'fucked' up. To test out how I felt, I made my movements as careful as possible. Things went pretty well for a girl with a concussion. Although, I did feel somewhat queasy. 

I let it slide because of the hunger my stomach was experiencing in result of all the grumbles being emitted into the air. I followed my urges and went to the cupboard to grab a large bag of Lay's potato chips along with two 16oz Sprite bottles from the fridge. Then I cut out two large pieces sexy chocolate cake from off the counter, one for me and another for J. LASTLY, I went to the freezer and got out some cookies n' cream icecream, also two spoons from the dishwasher. I'm about to get my grub on, yo'! ~A/N: I was very hungry when I wrote this! Like, I was about to die...so I ate all that with my bff. Lol! K, keep reading!~

After my full on retrieval of my favorite snacks and putting them on a tray with wheels, I turned to go to the couch before Jesse came back but, let's just say I'm not so lucky today. I ran into his semi-hard chest face first and weakly smiled up at him. His eyebrows were scrunched together and his plumper boys were in a tight line. His hands were on his hips, and as my memory began to come back a little more, I knew that was a bad sign. Uh oh, here comes yelling! Dammit.

"Why are you up? Do you want to die?"

"Excuse me? I was hungry so back off!" I tried pushing the cart around him but he put his hands on the end and pushed back. I was trapped.

"Bree..." he rubbed his forehead with one hand and had his other still resting on his hip. "You could end up in a coma. Please sit down...and stay there." his features showed absolute concern as he looked deeply into my eyes. I smiled and slowly walked over to him, and settled my arms around his neck.

"Aw, you care don't you, huh?" I purred while he just stared at me sensitively. My memory told me how much I loved his sensitive side. I've never had the privilege to meet a young man as sweet and caring as this lad. He makes my heart flutter and causes the butterflies in my stomach to awaken.

"Yes. Very much. Is that a bad thing?" his hands went from their resting spot on his hips and he brushed his fingers up my sides and