12 Leave Me Out Of It

Rachael Point of View:

"Oh, My Gosh," I panic, running my fingers through my hair. "I got a concussion. Look there's a bruise on my forehead, I'm gonna die soon. I don't think my brain is functioning correctly, please call the ambulance! I'm going to di-"

"Stop being so dramatic!" says the nurse, shaking me by the shoulders. "I said if you were being hit harder, you would get a concussion, not you have a concussion. Also, having a bruise on your head doesn't mean we're sending you to heaven!"

"No! I'm going to hell," I gasp. "Not heaven, bitches are down in hell and I want to parties with the gays."

The nurse arched an eyebrow at me, "You didn't hit your head too hard, did you?"

"I have a concussion," I say.

The nurse turned to Hannah who is still apologizing, "What happened to you friend?"

"She came out of the -" I speak up.

Hannah cuts me off, "I crashed into her when we turned at the same corner, I must've gone a bit too fast."

Huh? I give her a puzzled look when she straight up lied to the nurse. YoU wErE iN tHe ClOsEt!!! I didn't get hit by your soft chest, I got hit by a whole ass door. A whole ass door that left a bruise on me and gave me a concussion.

"I'm so sorry, Rachael," Hannah apologizes again, I'm gonna get a headache if she keeps this up.

"It's fine, I'll just go to hell and party," I groan. "Can I get back to class now?"

"If you're feeling better, then yes," said the nurse, giving me an ice pack.

"You could stay here and rest, Rachael, it's my fault," Hannah suggested, pulling me back onto the bed.

"No!" I look at Hannah, I want to see Samantha's nice ass, it might make me feel better. "I can't stay here, let me have a moment before I head to hell."

"Is your friend obsessed with hell or something?" asked the nurse.

I hop off the bed and head for the door, "I'm leaving, buh-bye!"

Hannah followed me out the door, following me as we made our way to the changing room.

"I'm so sorry-"

"Why were you in the closet though?" I ask, skipping my way down the hallway. Yes, I'm skipping.

Hannah remains silent, before replying, "I thought that was the changing room..."

"Pfft, you could lie however you want, but I know you were having a quickie," I say, she looks at me in shock.

"How-how did you know?" She stutters.

"Eh, you smell like sex when you carried me to the nurse office and having a quickie in the closet isn't anything new to me," I say. "Also, I've been there multiple times in my past relationship."

"You've had?" Hannah asks me in shock, quickly went to my side.

"We're just horny teenagers, I guess," I shrug.

Becky and I would always sneak out of class to have a quickie in the bathroom or the janitor closet. As I said, horny teenagers.

"Are you..." Hannah hesitates for a moment. "Are you dating anyone?"

"Nope, I'm single," I say. "So who's the lucky girl you had a quickie with?"

Hannah smirks, "It's a secret."

"Well, I'm not a detective, so I'm just gonna think you did a quickie with the principle," I said with a straight face looking at her disgusted face.

"Ew, why would I fuck her?" Hannah says in disgust, face showing with fear.

We made our way to changing room finding it empty. Everyone must've got done changing and left when we were in the nurse's office.

Since it's only Hannah and me in the changing room, I didn't bother going to the stall at all. I start taking off my shirt and my pant, setting them on the bench that is in between the lockers. Then I open my assigned locker and took out my gym clothes. White shirt with a small fired-up phoenix on the left side of the shirt and a plain black short.

I heard some shuffles behind, probably Hannah is being clumsy as she is putting on her gym uniform, too. I was tugging on my short, suddenly a cold finger draws a straight line following my backbone.

"Shit," I cursed as goosebumps forms on my skin. "That's cold."

I turn around facing Hannah who's half-naked, her hair is now down and our skin is close to each other. I could feel the warmth of her body as she stood close to me.

"What's the matter?" I manage to squeak out, this is so embarrassing. I'm half-naked, hello? This is why I changed in the stall, but I didn't cause I thought Hannah wouldn't do such a thing like this.

She leans down to my left ear whispering, "They say kisses eases the pain...right?"

Hannah is too close, way too close, I can't even breathe properly. Eck, give me some space. My hands are on her toned-stomach abs trying to create a space between us, as her hands are on my bare back pulling me close to her.

"Act-actually, that-that's not true - " I stutter, please you're suffocating me, Hannah.

Ignoring my comment, she leans down and kisses my forehead where my bruise is located. Then plants a kiss on both of my cheeks before pulling away from me, which her warmth leaves with her and the cold air surrounds me once again.

"Sorry about that," Hannah laughs sheepishly. "You're really cute and pretty, and I just want to help you and ease the pain somehow."

"Oh..." Was all I could get out, before throwing on the shirt realizing I was still half-naked. "Thank you, Hannah."

She pulls her hair back and put it into a ponytail, and puts on her shirt, before tugging my arm and leading me to the North gym.

"C'mon, let's head to class even if we are late," Hannah says giving me a soft smile, my heart flatters as she took my hand into hers.

Just great, am I falling for two people at once? Or I'm just a fool?

I shook my head, we enter the gym and people turns their heads when the door open.

My eyes dart through my classmates until I found Samantha, who looks worried for a moment. Then her eyes darken when her eyes travel down to my hand, which I look down at my hand, too.

Oh, Hannah and I are still holding hands. Oops?

Samantha furrows her eyebrows before looking away.

Whatever is going to happen next, please leave me out of it.