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"You've just been discharged a few days ago, and you're here again?!"

Mom's voice boomed across the room as she paced back and forth with an angry look. I groaned in reply. It's not like I wanted to be back here. I glanced around and saw Jordan's bed across from me. He was sitting up, his hair all tangled in different directions with a bandage on the head, a cast on his right arm, and a few cuts and scrapes all over his body. I shifted myself to a different position and suddenly felt a sharp stabbing pain in my chest. Looked like I broke a few ribs. I had a brace on my left knee, as well as a few cuts and scrapes similar to Jordan's.

I sighed in relief. At least we were both still alive for someone who was trying to kill us.

After Mom talked about my situation to Dad, they have both come to an agreement that they would not let me use the company car anymore, which so happens to be already totaled from the accident. Because of her never-ending scolding, my headache worsened.

How can this day get any worse?

I felt my stomach churn and my mouth felt a disgusting aftertaste when the feeling of nausea struck me. I waved my mom to do something like handing me a plastic bag or something since I was too weak to run up to the bathroom. Suddenly realizing what I was about to do, Mom practically ran her way outside the room and soon came back with a small pale.

I hate throwing up. I hate the disgusting aftertaste running up against my throat and how my saliva tastes different afterward. I definitely cannot swallow this disgusting feeling as it slowly resurfaced again.

"Ah, fuck."

I glanced at Jordan who was now awake and sitting up. "So who's the better driver now?" I teased as I shot Jordan a lopsided smile. "Shut up."

"You know, I was starting to wonder if it was really an accident or people really wanted to kill us out there," Jordan wondered as he looked at the ceiling. He was actually right.

Everything that had happened so far to be cannot be considered coincidental.

Just as I was about to answer, the door burst open revealing Wade with a worried expression, "God! Jess, are you okay? I heard what happened." Rushing over to me and examining my injuries.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have a class or something?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. He didn't reply and just gave me a big hug. It was soft, gentle, and comforting and I hated it because I always felt vulnerable around him.

"I feel like I'm part of a thriller action Korean drama that my mom watches because every time I get a call from your parents, it's always something bad that happened to you. It's making me crazy," he said softly as he broke from the hug and looked at me intently. Oh god, I kept getting this weird feeling like my stomach was doing backflips and twirls that I couldn't well explain.

"Ehem, I'm here as well, don't I get a hug too?" Jordan butts in as he leaned back on his bed and shot us a teasing smile.

"Hug yourself, Jordan," Wade shot back as he glared at him. "Aw, that was a bit harsh," Jordan grimly replied as he stood up and grabbed for his crutches.

"I'm just going to get coffee downstairs, anything you guys want? Oh wait, never mind," he smiled sheepishly but suddenly remembered he couldn't hold anything on the way back since he was dependent on his axillary crutches. He limped his way out of the room.

"I thought you had a sleepover with your friends?" I asked with one of my eyebrows raised.

He rolled his eyes, "Of course, I canceled it once I heard the news," he bluntly replied. "You know, for someone who was supposed to be meticulous and aware of her surroundings, you're pretty careless," he scolded.

"I wasn't careless, mom," I snapped.

"If you weren't careless then you wouldn't be on this bed and we would both be at school right now," he shot back. All Wade has ever done was kept scolding me like I was some seven-year-old who tripped and got a scrape on the knee.

He continued to scold me and kept saying that things were getting out of control when I lost the trail of what he was saying. I looked at him, he looked like a mess. He had dark bags under his eyes, his hair wasn't styled as usual, and he was wearing a hoodie and khaki shorts paired with slippers like he didn't have time to change before going here.

His eyebrows were furrowed probably from the frustration because of what I had to go through, although I found it touching that he cared for me, I could feel my heart deflate because he cared for me as his bodyguard. I couldn't help but feel angry, confused, and restless about what I was feeling.

"I wasn't careless, mom," I repeated for the past five minutes while scratching the back of my neck.

"For once, can you just stay away from trouble? I'm having a hard time because every time you're unreachable or out of my sight, I would always feel nervous, frightened, or terrified that something bad might have happened to you!" 

"As I said, it was the driver of the other car's fault! It was even a green light on our side!" I defended as I raised my voice matching his intensity.

"How about the kidnapping incident? You were missing for three fucking days! You got us all terrified and crazy because we had no idea where you were!" he shouted. It wasn't entirely my fault. Although a part of me felt guilty because I hadn't locked all the doors properly and even fell for the bait, I did my best to defend and mentally prepare myself for what was going to happen.

"Why are you even here?!" I snapped. I was getting riled up. It was like he was blaming me for every single bad situation that happened to me.

"Because I want to!" he sighed in frustration while rubbing his hands across his face. "Stop it!" I screamed as my head started to spin. I wanted him to stop. From being all concerned, friendly, sweet, then the next minute annoying as hell.

"Stop what?!" he asked as he scrunched his eyebrows in confusion.

"Stop acting like you fucking care!" I burst out in anger. He was dead silent so I continued, "Why do you keep on scolding me?! I am not a child! Stop blaming every bad thing that happened to me like it was my damn fault!" I yelled. My head was already throbbing as I reach for the Tylenol on the table.

"Because I'm fucking concerned for you!" he shouted back which made my heart skip a beat. I was partly relieved that I wasn't connected to a pulse oximeter or else he could see how fast my heart was beating.

"Then stop acting all concerned! I'm just your bodyguard, it's my job!" I snapped as I shot him a deadly glare.

"I'm not acting, for god's sake! It's because I really like you, alright?!"

I felt my stomach do a backflip and egg roll but I wasn't feeling all good. And that ladies and gentlemen, my body decided it was the perfect time to vomit. Yes, I vomited all the contents I ate this morning on the floor just in front of Wade who just said that he liked me.

Great, just fucking great.

The room fell dead silent. This was humiliating. I internally groaned in frustration because this is one of the reasons why I hated feeling weird things about Wade. It made me exposed and defenseless and I didn't want him to see me as weak but rather as a strong independent woman.

As I was taking in what just happened, Wade abruptly stood up and went out of the room. Way to go, Jess, the boy was now pretty disgusted by you. I shook my head as I press the nurse call button to help me clean up my mess. Just as I was about to stand up, the door burst open to reveal Wade holding a pale and a mop.

I looked at him in confusion. He walked towards the area where I had vomited (God it was so humiliating) and mopped it off the floor.

"You just had to ruin the moment there," he mumbled as he swiped the floors all clean. I wondered about what he meant earlier. He liked me, that is, as his bodyguard. Because I was doing a pretty good job of protecting him no matter what that I would basically risk my life for it.

I shot him a look of confusion. "Sorry, and thank you," I muttered as I bow my head in shame.

Once he was done cleaning, he went out to put back the mop to the cleaning services. He sighed in frustration as he rubbed his forehead.

Then he continued, "Anyway, where was I? Right, you're always this fearless, daring, and sarcastic girl that always made me worry about you. It's like you're a magnet for trouble," he started as he looked at the floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

"Damn it, you would always make me think about you," he said as he groaned in frustration. He then shifted his gaze from the floor to me.

"It's part of the job description, you idiot," I commented flatly. He ignored my sarcastic remark and continued, "Yes, I know. That's why I was always worried about your being, I like you being by my side and I'm scared if the next thing I'll hear is that you're dead."

Ah yes, 'by his side', he meant as a bodyguard. I resist the urge to roll my eyes, "I'm alive, aren't I?" I joked and he threw me a glare but was quickly replaced with a soft smile.

"Stop taking this as a joke," he sighed then he sat by my bed and held my right hand tightly with both of his. This seemed to make my stomach do an endless backflip and I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter.

Now, where's the fun in that? Accidents seemed to be my best bud, I smirk at the thought as I recall all the happenings ever since I received this mission.

I'm pretty much enjoying all the teenage drama now. It's what makes life interesting anyway.

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