Painted Rose

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Tabitha Jerkins is the good girl. She's never sworn, been in trouble, or gotten anything less than an A+. She gets made fun of for it, and she's had enough. So that's why no one expected her to NOT wear the color pink. But she did it. And she's pretty proud of herself. She's going on a rampage. She's trying to be the bad girl, and she's slowly getting there.

Until she decides to go even farther and stands up to the bad boy, Blake Ryder. However, when she comes home, even worse news. The badass bad boy currently lives across the hall. F his parents for abandoning him and putting her through hell, right? Nope. Tabi is surprised when beating the shit out of her is the last thing he wants to do. And the feeling is kinda, sorta mutual.

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2. || Chapter 2 ||

Chapter 2

"Is she awake?" I heard someone whisper. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around the room to see who was speaking. I saw Jess and my mom sitting beside each other. They look extremely tired.

"Tsk, must you be so impatient?" Mom twisted her head to look away from Jess and at me. Her eyes grew as big as saucers. She came closer and tried to hug me, which turned out very awkward. "My baby! Oh, I'm so glad you're awake!"

I groaned in pain as her elbow dug into my side. "Mom, ouch."

"I'm sorry, sweetie. Do you want something from the cafe?" She asked, loosening her hold.

"No, I just want another blanket and could you lift my bed up a little? My nose is running."

"Jess, I'll get the blanket, you lift her bed up." Jess nodded and my mom was out the door.

"How long have you guys been waiting for me?" I lifted my head up so she could find the remote.

"Not long. But while we're on the subject, who's that boy sitting outside?" She moved the curtains and I peered into the hallway. My jaw dropped. There, slumped in a chair, alseep, with his head leaning to the side, was Blake Ryder. The one who hit me. "He's been sitting in that spot since you got in here. He always asks about you, like how you're doing."

"That's the guy who hit me." I gently pulled the thin blanket off of my body and stepped out of the bed. I walked into the hallway and sat next to Blake. I never noticed how absolutely stunning he was. His skin was smooth and flawless. His dark hair was messy and hung over his face. His jawline and cheekbones were carved to perfection.

"It seemed like every time he called he wanted something from me." An old lady with a walker came down the hall.

"Well, you know what they say; men are never satisfied with just one." The nurse chatted along with the lady. They came closer as they talked. When the lady walked passed us, her walker came down on Blake's foot.

"Ah!" He jumped up and held his shoe in his hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry, honey. Are you alright?" She came and sat on the other side of me. "I've begged the doctors to let me go without this damn thing, but they seem to enjoy watching me clunk around with it."

"They won't let you go, huh?" I shook my head and smiled.

"Oh hell no. They think I'm too old to live alone, but I'm fine. These doctors don't know nothing about us old folks."

I laughed politely. She went on to tell me about how her husband died from Alzheimer's disease and she lived in the same house she's always lived in, alone. We talked for a couple hours about life, men, how absolutely terrible it is to be a young teenage girl. The funny thing is I didn't know her before, and we talked as if we were long lost friends.

I didn't notice Blake had laid his head on my shoulder, listening to us talk. His eyes were closed, and I could hear his soft breaths. I've never spoken to him, and hear we are, in a hospital, lying beside each other, all close.

Around eleven, the lady, whose name was Mrs. Clark, went up to her room for bed. Blake's eyes opened gently, and I stared into them.

"Try not to get hit when you get outta here, eh?" He cocked his eyebrow and smirked.

"I'll try my best, but no promises." I smiled softly.

"So, the girl must have a name. What is it?" His smile grew wider. I chuckled and lightly kicked his shoe.

"My name's Tabitha. My friends call me Tabi." He kicked my shoe a little harder.

"I'm Blake."

"I know."

"See, I've developed a name at this school."

"Yup. Hard to miss when you get in trouble every single day." It was my turn to smirk at him. "So...why did you wait for me to wake up?"

"I just felt like I had to. It's kinda rude to hit a girl and then just leave, you know?"

"Yeah."

Jess came out of the room and brought me the blanket I asked for a while ago.

"Here you go. Your mom brought it back earlier, but you seemed fine until now."

"Ok. Just set it on top of us." I snuggled up next to Blake and laid my head on his chest. Jess laid the blanket over our legs. "Thanks, Jess."

"No problem." She winked. She then went back into the room and I fell asleep quickly.

* * *

My eyes opened again. The sun shone brightly through the clear glass of the window. My head was propped on a pillow. I sit up and look at Blake. I smiled at him.

"Good morning." I said.

"Good morning, Tabs." He smiled warmly back at me.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Blake?" I asked.

"No. Do you have a boyfriend?" He scratched the back of his neck.

"Nope." I popped the 'p'.

My mom came out of the room and sat down beside me. "Hey, kids. I have some news." I leaned my head on Blake's shoulder.

"What is it, Mom?"

"Well, Blake's parents are going to be staying in Europe for a couple of months for work, and Blake will be staying at our house until they return. I just got off the phone with Susan, now."

I turned to look at Blake and smiled. "That's great!"

"Now, you know we don't have a guest room, so Blake will have to sleep in your room for now. But I don't want any shenanigans happening, okay?" Mom winked at me.

"Ew, Mom! Your so gross!" I stuck my tongue out at her.

Mom went back into the room and I tried to get up, but I couldn't. Something was holding me down. I looked down and saw Blake's arm wrapped around my waist. "Don't go." He said.

"Okay." I laid back down and snuggled against him.

I think I could get used to this.

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