Chapter 32: White walls and white lights, what the hell?

Charlie:

Everyone knows now and that bitch Lucy ruined everything for me! I believed Hannah told someone, she just had to tell someone to be confided in but I know for a fact that she wouldn't set me up with that slide show. Louis is a punk, something was always fishy about him I knew it. Kicking something in rage nearby, which was the trashcan, I let out all my anger. I wanted to kick that Louis kid's ass. Lifting my hand up to open the door but I can't go back in there, especially since my parents are there.

I needed some air, my feet turned back to go outside but I spotted someone against the lockers filing her nails. Lucy. My hands into fists, she heard my hard footsteps and looked up with a smug smirk. "Enjoying the dance Charlie?"

"Seriously Lucy? Why?"

She simply shrugged and responded "humor, boredom, she got in my way."

"Boredom? Most girls get hobbies or boyfriends. I mean... you know what? I should have expected it from a sad self deluded bitch like you."

"Me self deluded? The whole school loves me!" She waved her arm in the air like she was throwing confetti.

"Everybody hates you Lucy! We only tolerate your existence because you throw huge parties. To think I gave you the benefit of the doubt, you're pathetic."

Her smile wilted, replaced with a frown, "You should regret saying that."

"I already regret knowing you." Stomping away from her I unclenched my fists exiting the school. "F@@K!" I screamed to no one in frustration.

Hannah:

Oh my God, my head is killing me. Reaching for my head to rub my temples, I heard a faint beeping sound to my right. Did mom get me a new alarm? I hate it. My hand didn't reach my head, something is holding it back. Opening my eyes hurt, like it's been glued shut so I opened it slowly. Blinking real fast, it's blurry and white. White walls and white lights, what the hell? Where the hell am I? Groaning, I think I'm gonna vomit. "Hey, you're awake," a low voice to my left. I'm surprised by the blurry person in my presence.

"Max? What's going on? Where am I?" I'm lying on a semi paper bed, I began prop myself up with my elbows but I'm in pain. "OW! Crap!"

"Don't get up too much, you have a lot of bruises," he held me down gently and I complied.

"Max, where am I?"

"You're in the hospital," he simply said. I frowned, about to ask why but memories began to flush back: the car I didn't see coming. I'm such an idiot for not looking, being with Charlie and the embarrassment at the dance. My head plopped on the pillow, wanting to cry but I won't.

"You brought me here," I stated still looking at the ceiling.

"Yeah, I found you on the road unconscious. The doctor said you were banged up pretty bad. Broken leg and sprained wrist but made it alive. " I bit my lip nervously, looking down at my injuries. Thank God I'm alive and here, turning to see him his hair a me like he hasn't slept, noting the bags under his eyes.

"Are my parents here?"

"Yeah I found your phone and called them. They went home to get you clothes and food."

"How long have you been here?"

"Well, since Friday so a week and a half."

"Max, you didn't have to do that. We're not even friends." Did my friends come to see me? I wanted to ask him but held my tongue. Who am I kidding? They hate me anyway so they wouldn't visit.

"I know, but it was my way of apologizing after all these years, and me assaulting you at the party." He actually remembered that, I thought he would hate me.

"I thought you would hate me after that," I voiced my thoughts, smiling shyly to him.

"That was me being a jerk so I thought I'd make it up to you since what happened at the dance." I looked away, not wanting to think about it. Charlie should have supported me but he didn't and left me alone. Stop thinking about him, Hannah.

"You were right about Louis," I said lowly, playing with my fingers. Thinking of what he said to me before but I didn't listening to him. "He's not the guy that I should have trusted."

"I wanted to tell you so much but Lucy threatened that she'll tell the whole school that I'm a pedophile."

I raised my eyebrows and shook my head. How can someone be so pretty but evil? "That's horrible."

"It's not true."

"I believe you." We both chuckled, enjoying his company.

"Well thank you for being here. Your girlfriend is probably worried."

"Oh I don't have a girlfriend, I'm kind of crushing on someone."

"Really? Does she like you back?" I asked hopeful. For the past two and a half years, I've seen him with girls but no long term relationship.

"No, I couldn't tell her because she likes someone else," Aww, unrequited romance, it sucks. I didn't know Max was such a sweet guy. If he didn't hang out with Lucy and her gang and what he did to me at the party, we would have been the best of friends.

"Is it someone at school or not?"

"Yeah and you know her." I know her, who would I know that could be his type? It's Linda, isn't it? No, he wouldn't like her; she's with Eddie. But you never know, maybe it's his friend Ally. She's with Austin.

"Max," I placed my hand on his and we locked eyes. "If you really like this girl, you should tell her. Show her how you really feel." I smiled sweetly at him but he did nothing, until his lips met mine.