The Prophecy by Taylor Swift

Hand on the throttle thought I caught lightning in a bottle, oh, but it's gone again
amd it was written, I got cursed like Eve got bitten.

The next few things that happen come in segments. Passing out and waking up.

A man. He's standing over me. He has light brown hair and two dimples. He's tall, looming over me. I blink to adapt but things go dark sooner than I'd have liked.

"Yo, where's the ambulance?" I hear Tristan call out. "Shit, I'm calling Maddie." He growls in response to some guys answer.

Pain. It ripples through my whole body. But soon enough it's gone when I pass back out.

My next blurt of consciousness is in a vehicle, sort of a white box. It's an ambulance. Maddie and Rachel are sitting beside me arguing.

"Why the hell would she be unconscious in Harvard's dance studio?" Maddie demands. "Why the hell was your boyfriend the person who conveniently found her?" Rachel barks back.

And then almost instantly I'm back sleeping.

The next glimpse is a hospital bed. 

"Thanks for helping her. Paris' family will be here soon. I was working with a client in Massachusetts and they asked me to stop by so she wasn't alone." Skylar's voice states.

And then blackness once again. 

Third person - Hospital.

Skylar paces the hospital room anxiously, her hand clutching her phone. A tall body steps inside the room. Her nervous eyes dart towards him.

"You're the designer girl aren't you?" The boy with the light brown hair hums, scanning her up and down intensely. "I'm her wardrobe consultant. And you?" She challenges.

"I found her." He says calmly. 

"I was informed it was a group of Harvard boys." She comments. "Correct." He nods. "What were 7 Harvard boys doing in the campus' dance studio?" Skylar warns hesitantly.

"Tristan was looking for his girlfriend to give her his keys." He replies sharply. 

"And you went with him for what reason?" Skylar challenges, feeling defensive of her friend's injury. "Well, maybe emotional support, maybe to conveniently turn the lights out right as some stranger was stupidly doing a leap at a 7 foot tall height." He smirks teasingly, knowing the girl is suspicious of him but having no alarm.

"Don't call her stupid." Skylar warns. 

"What's your name?" He asks, changing the topic, sauntering in and perching himself on the large window ledge. His brown eyes follow her intensely with every move.

"What's it to you?" She snickers, still feeling on edge around him.

"Humor me." He mock frowns. "Skylar Anguelo DiCambello." She says firmly, making sure to stay assertive and confident.

"That's cute." He teases. "What's cute?" She replies. "You are." He provokes.

"What do you want me to say to that?" She furrows her brows. "Well.. you could always tell me I'm a gentleman. Or that I'm handsome and dashing. You could perhaps say I'm manly.." He hums, enjoying complimenting himself.

"You're about as manly as a cupcake at a barbecue." She quips. 

"Ooh so she's funny too. Tell me about yourself DiCambello." He smirks.

"Why exactly would I do that.. when I don't even know your name." She moves closer, showing him she trusts him and has relaxed a little more since his entry.

"You should've just asked, cutie." He mocks, tilting his head as she narrows her eyes, clearly not liking his attempt at a nickname. "Theodore Winston DeLoughrey. Tell me, Sky, do you like your surname?" He ponders.

"Can't say I've thought about it much?" She replies. "Well don't get too attached. You'll be a DeLoughrey soon enough." He winks playfully.

"You're forward." She laughs. "You're gorgeous." He replies, not even making a big deal out of the compliment.

"So what do the doctors say is wrong with her?" He ponders, nodding to the unconscious girl in the hospital bed. 

"They think the first thing she hit when she fell was her head, which is why she's unconscious. But it's a mild concussion so they're letting her sleep it off. She landed on her wrist though, so that's sprained, and her hip looks a little bruised apparently, so they say there might be a strain." She lists from memory. 

"Why are you still here this late?" Theodore asks.

"Well I told her roommates to go home to rest, I'm justing waiting for her sister and boyfriend to show up so she isn't alone." Skylar replies.

"It's 7pm. Why aren't they here?" He furrows his brows. "It's a 5 hour flight, and they only found her at 2pm. Your friend Tristan said he saw her walking in at 8am, that makes me think she was passed out all that time." Skylar frowns guiltily.

"If she was, she wouldn't have felt anything. We found her knocked out. She hit the ground and instantly passed out. So she wasn't awake and waiting or anything." Theodore assures, sensing the girl feels bad.

Third person - Private Jet.

"Grayson! Sit your ass down, you're causing a draft." Jameson scowls bitterly. Grayson ignores his brother, pacing the wide aisle of the jet.

"We're landing. You really should sit down, or you'll be in that hospital bed with her." Xander snorts. 

"That's probably not helping him." Avery interjects. 

"It's not." Grayson speaks sharply, checking his phone yet again just to reread the text from Skylar of all his girlfriend's injuries.

"Can't believe you took the week off work for this but not your 21st birthday and her 18th." Jameson scoffs.

"It's different. If she's hurt I need to be there. We decided not to spend our birthdays together." He snarks monotonously, not a thought behind his words as he frantically rereads again.

"Put the phone down!" Nash booms. Grayson only now listens, bringing his phone back to his pocket but pursues with his pacing. 

"Hey Grayson, maybe you want to sit down? It's a little dangerous." Libby suggests more delicately. This time he listens, taking a seat and waiting as the plane lands.

The second he got the call from the hospital he didn't waste a second getting in his car and driving to Avery's plane.

Now the second the jet has landed, he's sprung to his feet and forced his way out. Instantly getting in a car with the others and driving for the hospital.

Pushing through the hospital doors at 7:30pm, he has a doctor direct him to her room.

He jogs up the stairs, the others hollering at him to slow down. He doesn't.

In an instant he's in her room, eying the two people by her bedside.

"Thanks for waiting." He nods to Skylar. "Theodore?" He suddenly furrows his brows upon seeing an old roommate from Harvard.

"Shit, Grayson. You're the boyfriend?" The boy jumps off the window ledge and approaches his old friend, giving a tight hand shake. 

"You two know each other?" Skylar interjects.

Grayson shakes the boys hand once, but doesn't waste time dismissing him and coming to his girlfriend's side. 

"An old roommate." Theodore answers.

"She's out cold." Grayson calls back to his brothers and Paris' sisters now all swarming inside the hospital room.

"Nice observation." Theodore scoffs. "Shut up?" Grayson eyes him begrudgingly, an obvious face as he scowls. It may appear an unfriendly interaction, but neither boy intended it that way.

"Shit." Avery murmurs, coming to her sister's other side and clasping her hand.

Grayson strokes some baby hairs off her cheeks, freeing her hair of the ballet bun it was previously in and fixing her wispy bangs.

"What happened to you, P?" Grayson hums in thought, refusing to let his eyes leave his girlfriend. He knows what happened, he'd been told on the call to the hospital, but he's hoping she'll somehow wake up and explain it all herself.

"I don't think she can-" Xander starts. "I think he knows." Skylar smiles gently. "I do." Grayson confirms sharply at his brother, relaxing into the bedside seat he planned on spending the next few hours. 

(a/n. Another tiny chapter. What's everyone's thoughts? Who do y'all think is stalking her, if anyone? Hope you guys enjoyed, see y'all later)