Spotlight- A Cool Story, chapter 3
-Later-
I was late. Again. Not like I cared. I don't care about anything anymore. It's been a week since we met Thorin, and for some reason I've slowly gotten into deeper and deeper depression. If it was a pool, I'd be at my waist by now. Jason still pounds my face if I even breathe in the direction of another guy, Jaxon flirts with me, Frankie annoys me and Stephan doesn't talk. Neither does my mother, unless you count x-rated swears. She doesn't like the idea of my father being married to a blonde bombshell ninteen years his junior. Yes, Thorin is nineteen years old. Fucking slut. My friends try to get me to talk, but I don't. I listen to my pounding music on my iPod. I just don't care.
So after math, Mr.Pohhole walked up to me. "Miss Lyons. Please sit." I rolled my dark eyes and plopped into my desk. "What happened?"
"I thought everyone knew. It's been in the tabloids for weeks."
"I only read literature, Miss Lyons." I rolled my eyes again.
"Great. can I go now?"
"No. You have dropped significantly. You used to be all A's. You're barely scraping D's."
"So I won't go to college. Not a big deal for the daughter of one of the most famous musicians in the world, Mr. Pohhole."
"Come now. I thought you were smarter than that. That you liked being active and challenged."
"Shows how much you know."
"You can go now, Miss Lyons. But just so you know, I have always held you in the highest regards." He turned away and went back to the front of the class. Crap. He shook me. He ripped my "I don't care anymore" rug out from under my feet. I gathered my books shakily and headed to Phys. Ed.
-In Phys Ed-
Everyone was running laps, running circles around me. Even Alisonne. Crap. I walked angrily, shivering in my short shorts. "Why do the girls have to wear underwear-sized shorts and the guys get ones that went to their knees? It's so unfair." I thought, kicking a stone in front of me. I saw my shoelace ws undone, so I bent down and started tieing it. As I stood up, I heard a "Watch out!", so I turned. Grey eyes. And a crash. Then pain, then darkness.
-Later-
I woke up gasping. The room was blindingly white, so I cried out, covering my dark brown eyeballs with my right arm. I tried to use my left one too, but it felt... heavy. I turned and there was blood all over. "What the FUCK!" I yelled. Muffled sirens. There were two guys and a girl fiddling around with me. The girl looked down at me in a way that she must have thought was calm but freaked me out more than ever, and snapped on a mask. "What the...Fuck..." I tried to say, but it was dark again.
-Later. Again.-
I lifted up my eyelids and instantly they burned. "FUCK!" I hissed, covereing them with my arm. I looked around. "So this is a hospital room." I thought, drowsily. It was a pale blue, with ugly green details and curtains. There were two doors. One I guessed went to the hall and the other to the bathroom. I sighed, and leaned back into the paper-covered pillows. On the windowsill were vases and vases of pretty flowers. "Damn flowers. They're too bright." But there, beside my head was a bouquet of lovely black roses. I smiled, and the door opened. It was Jason. I whimpered, but my mother and father and half-brother followed. I sighed, relieved. He wouldn't do anything in front of them, and I forced a smile. "Hey babe." I said, hugging him with my light arm. Oh right. What was wrong with my left arm? I looked at it, and it was wrapped in a black cast. "Oh." I said, and my family looked shocked. "What?"
Frankito, being ten years old, brought a hand held mirror.
"WHAT THE HELL?" I screamed. My long brown hair was gone. Replaced by creamy skin and stitches.
"Hon--Ramona. It's not that bad." My mom said, stammering.
"That's not a lot of help, mom!" I said, starting to cry.
"Oh, baby. You look hot with a shaved head." Jason said, like an asshole.
"Jaxon! This is not the time!" I screamed, and was met by silence.
"Ramona. That's Jason." I remembered what I said, and looked at him fearfully. He looked like he could kill me right now if my family wasn't here. My dad saw, and I knew he had added one and one together. His eyes widened, and I shook my head at him so he didn't try to murder my boyfriend in my hospital room.
"I know. That's what I xaid." I whispered, purposely messing up the 'S' so that they would think that it was an after effect of the drugs, but the damage was done. Jason, with a dark look on his face, stormed out. I pressed my lips together and looked away. I knew I would pay for that, eventually. My mom started crying and hugging me.
"Mom. Mom. I need to breathe. Mom!" I gasped, and she let go. Frankie pulled up three chairs and put them all around my bedside, where they sat, talking.
"What happened?"
"Well, you stopped in the running track, and some guy slammed into you." My mom said, before Frankie interupted her.
"You broke your left arm in three places and put hairline fractures in your skull and disclocated your shoulder and ankle!" He cried, looking delighted. "The guy said you went flying for a long time then flipped over and rolled and rolled and rolled..." Then dad clapped a hand on his mile-a-minute mouth. Soon, Stella and Joey and Jakob and Billie and Mike and Adie all came into the room, making way too much noise, but I smiled anyway. It was pretty crowded, and when the nurses came, claiming that there was a two-person limit, Uncle Billie gave each of them an autograph and a hundred dollars to let them stay. So they closed the door and skipped away, laughing. It was the greatest three hours ever, but soon visiting time was over, and they all left. Some of them promised to come back tomorrow, but most just took the party outside. I choked down some cream of crap soup with cardboard meat, then turned out the lights. "God, my head hurts." I said, to no one in particular. Then, sleep came.
-A week later-
I was out of the hospital, everything still hurt, I was still bald and my arm was still in a cast, but I was free of the white room and plastic smiles of the nurses. They kept me in for observation for possible brain damage, but I was free. The sky was never so blue, the grass so green. I skipped to school (well, only to halfway to school. In case someone saw me) and then sulked the rest of the way. My friends and everyone else were shocked at my head and cast, but most seemed happy to see me, for some reason. I asked Stella about it as we were walking home, she was coming to my house since our fathers were going on another tour. Thorin was going with my dad, so her party pooping might help knock sense into him. Anyway, Stella said that Jason had been coming to my school and harassing people, especially Jaxon. Jaxon had had to start hiding out for an hour or so after school. Stella said he had been talking her and asking if I was okay, if I liked the roses he sent me, when I would be out. So, it was him that sent the black roses. I smiled when she told me that. Also, it was him that had sent me to the hospital in the first place. I laughed and said "So he's the one responsible for my new look, eh?"
"Well, why don't you ask him? There he is." She pointed up ahead to the skulky figure up ahead.
"Don't point." I whispered. Well, screamed. He heard and turned around and when he saw me, he smiled and jogged back.
"Hi!" He said, with a wide grin on his face as he swept me up in a hug. "Oh sorry. Did that hurt?"
"N-no, well, um..." Why was my brain suddenly mush? And why was Stella looking at me like that?
"I'm so sorry about that--"
"Puh-lease. It was my fault. I stopped in the middle of the fast lane." He smiled! I made him smile! I mean... Cool. He has a nice smile...
"Well. I have to go home to practise with my band. It's been a while since we played together, and I should test my set to make sure they're not rotted." He has a nice laugh, too.
"You have a band? That's so cool! What's your name?"
"Jaxon Xavier-Raen." He said, joking. I forced myself to laugh a little. "Nah. We're the Logs." He said, blushing.
"The Logs? That's unusual."
"Yeah, well." He looked at the ground, then back up as if struck by a brilliant idea. "Hey you wanna come watch us? We could use a couple of pretty girls to be in the audience." He called me pretty! Wait. Why does that make me so happy. He looked straight at me while he talked, and when Estelle spoke, he looked surprised, like he just remembered she was there.
"Sure. We don't have anywhere better to go."
"Well, come on, then!"
I was late. Again. Not like I cared. I don't care about anything anymore. It's been a week since we met Thorin, and for some reason I've slowly gotten into deeper and deeper depression. If it was a pool, I'd be at my waist by now. Jason still pounds my face if I even breathe in the direction of another guy, Jaxon flirts with me, Frankie annoys me and Stephan doesn't talk. Neither does my mother, unless you count x-rated swears. She doesn't like the idea of my father being married to a blonde bombshell ninteen years his junior. Yes, Thorin is nineteen years old. Fucking slut. My friends try to get me to talk, but I don't. I listen to my pounding music on my iPod. I just don't care.
So after math, Mr.Pohhole walked up to me. "Miss Lyons. Please sit." I rolled my dark eyes and plopped into my desk. "What happened?"
"I thought everyone knew. It's been in the tabloids for weeks."
"I only read literature, Miss Lyons." I rolled my eyes again.
"Great. can I go now?"
"No. You have dropped significantly. You used to be all A's. You're barely scraping D's."
"So I won't go to college. Not a big deal for the daughter of one of the most famous musicians in the world, Mr. Pohhole."
"Come now. I thought you were smarter than that. That you liked being active and challenged."
"Shows how much you know."
"You can go now, Miss Lyons. But just so you know, I have always held you in the highest regards." He turned away and went back to the front of the class. Crap. He shook me. He ripped my "I don't care anymore" rug out from under my feet. I gathered my books shakily and headed to Phys. Ed.
-In Phys Ed-
Everyone was running laps, running circles around me. Even Alisonne. Crap. I walked angrily, shivering in my short shorts. "Why do the girls have to wear underwear-sized shorts and the guys get ones that went to their knees? It's so unfair." I thought, kicking a stone in front of me. I saw my shoelace ws undone, so I bent down and started tieing it. As I stood up, I heard a "Watch out!", so I turned. Grey eyes. And a crash. Then pain, then darkness.
-Later-
I woke up gasping. The room was blindingly white, so I cried out, covering my dark brown eyeballs with my right arm. I tried to use my left one too, but it felt... heavy. I turned and there was blood all over. "What the FUCK!" I yelled. Muffled sirens. There were two guys and a girl fiddling around with me. The girl looked down at me in a way that she must have thought was calm but freaked me out more than ever, and snapped on a mask. "What the...Fuck..." I tried to say, but it was dark again.
-Later. Again.-
I lifted up my eyelids and instantly they burned. "FUCK!" I hissed, covereing them with my arm. I looked around. "So this is a hospital room." I thought, drowsily. It was a pale blue, with ugly green details and curtains. There were two doors. One I guessed went to the hall and the other to the bathroom. I sighed, and leaned back into the paper-covered pillows. On the windowsill were vases and vases of pretty flowers. "Damn flowers. They're too bright." But there, beside my head was a bouquet of lovely black roses. I smiled, and the door opened. It was Jason. I whimpered, but my mother and father and half-brother followed. I sighed, relieved. He wouldn't do anything in front of them, and I forced a smile. "Hey babe." I said, hugging him with my light arm. Oh right. What was wrong with my left arm? I looked at it, and it was wrapped in a black cast. "Oh." I said, and my family looked shocked. "What?"
Frankito, being ten years old, brought a hand held mirror.
"WHAT THE HELL?" I screamed. My long brown hair was gone. Replaced by creamy skin and stitches.
"Hon--Ramona. It's not that bad." My mom said, stammering.
"That's not a lot of help, mom!" I said, starting to cry.
"Oh, baby. You look hot with a shaved head." Jason said, like an asshole.
"Jaxon! This is not the time!" I screamed, and was met by silence.
"Ramona. That's Jason." I remembered what I said, and looked at him fearfully. He looked like he could kill me right now if my family wasn't here. My dad saw, and I knew he had added one and one together. His eyes widened, and I shook my head at him so he didn't try to murder my boyfriend in my hospital room.
"I know. That's what I xaid." I whispered, purposely messing up the 'S' so that they would think that it was an after effect of the drugs, but the damage was done. Jason, with a dark look on his face, stormed out. I pressed my lips together and looked away. I knew I would pay for that, eventually. My mom started crying and hugging me.
"Mom. Mom. I need to breathe. Mom!" I gasped, and she let go. Frankie pulled up three chairs and put them all around my bedside, where they sat, talking.
"What happened?"
"Well, you stopped in the running track, and some guy slammed into you." My mom said, before Frankie interupted her.
"You broke your left arm in three places and put hairline fractures in your skull and disclocated your shoulder and ankle!" He cried, looking delighted. "The guy said you went flying for a long time then flipped over and rolled and rolled and rolled..." Then dad clapped a hand on his mile-a-minute mouth. Soon, Stella and Joey and Jakob and Billie and Mike and Adie all came into the room, making way too much noise, but I smiled anyway. It was pretty crowded, and when the nurses came, claiming that there was a two-person limit, Uncle Billie gave each of them an autograph and a hundred dollars to let them stay. So they closed the door and skipped away, laughing. It was the greatest three hours ever, but soon visiting time was over, and they all left. Some of them promised to come back tomorrow, but most just took the party outside. I choked down some cream of crap soup with cardboard meat, then turned out the lights. "God, my head hurts." I said, to no one in particular. Then, sleep came.
-A week later-
I was out of the hospital, everything still hurt, I was still bald and my arm was still in a cast, but I was free of the white room and plastic smiles of the nurses. They kept me in for observation for possible brain damage, but I was free. The sky was never so blue, the grass so green. I skipped to school (well, only to halfway to school. In case someone saw me) and then sulked the rest of the way. My friends and everyone else were shocked at my head and cast, but most seemed happy to see me, for some reason. I asked Stella about it as we were walking home, she was coming to my house since our fathers were going on another tour. Thorin was going with my dad, so her party pooping might help knock sense into him. Anyway, Stella said that Jason had been coming to my school and harassing people, especially Jaxon. Jaxon had had to start hiding out for an hour or so after school. Stella said he had been talking her and asking if I was okay, if I liked the roses he sent me, when I would be out. So, it was him that sent the black roses. I smiled when she told me that. Also, it was him that had sent me to the hospital in the first place. I laughed and said "So he's the one responsible for my new look, eh?"
"Well, why don't you ask him? There he is." She pointed up ahead to the skulky figure up ahead.
"Don't point." I whispered. Well, screamed. He heard and turned around and when he saw me, he smiled and jogged back.
"Hi!" He said, with a wide grin on his face as he swept me up in a hug. "Oh sorry. Did that hurt?"
"N-no, well, um..." Why was my brain suddenly mush? And why was Stella looking at me like that?
"I'm so sorry about that--"
"Puh-lease. It was my fault. I stopped in the middle of the fast lane." He smiled! I made him smile! I mean... Cool. He has a nice smile...
"Well. I have to go home to practise with my band. It's been a while since we played together, and I should test my set to make sure they're not rotted." He has a nice laugh, too.
"You have a band? That's so cool! What's your name?"
"Jaxon Xavier-Raen." He said, joking. I forced myself to laugh a little. "Nah. We're the Logs." He said, blushing.
"The Logs? That's unusual."
"Yeah, well." He looked at the ground, then back up as if struck by a brilliant idea. "Hey you wanna come watch us? We could use a couple of pretty girls to be in the audience." He called me pretty! Wait. Why does that make me so happy. He looked straight at me while he talked, and when Estelle spoke, he looked surprised, like he just remembered she was there.
"Sure. We don't have anywhere better to go."
"Well, come on, then!"
