You and I♥

>>Chapter 2<<

I woke up in a bright white room with fluorescent lights shining in my eyes. I could hear the beeping of machines around me. There was a nurse standing next to me, feeling along my forearm. "What happened?" I groaned, feeling my forehead. I sat up and glared at what the nurse was feeling. She was probing a long, stitched up cut with a bit of dried blood at the sides. "You got into a fatal car crash," she explained. "Oh, and you can call me Becky. I'm your nurse." Becky smiled at me. I returned the smile and stared at the cuts, scrapes and bruises all over my arms and legs. Sweat was on my forehead, and I felt an intense heat sprawling throughout my body. "Where's Zach?" I questioned, laying back down on the sterile, white pillow behind me, not expecting an answer. I scanned the room and saw another girl, small and fragile, looking maybe only six or seven years old. I gasped. 
      "Did.. was that one of the people in the other cars?" I panicked, pulling on Becky's scrubs. She sighed and adjusted her hair bun, licking her lips before speaking. "Yeah. Her name's Hope, and she suffered injuries much more fatal than your's. She was hurt the most in the accident." Becky whispered, moving over to her bed. Her eyes were closed and her arms were spread above her copper locks. She looked so innocent, so fragile, so much like my little sister, Kara. I started sobbing into my arms. "What's wrong?" the nurse cooed, stroking my pale blonde hair. I wiped my tears on my hospital gown and stared straight into her ocean blue eyes, tears falling down my ruddy cheeks. "She looks like my sister," I weeped, "I love her. And if I ever did anything like that to her, I'd kill myself." I murmured, standing up. "Poor baby. ." she whispered in reply. "You can go get changed, you're allowed to go home. A man named Zach Miller is escorting you back to your home." Becky explained, filing some papers. My face went pale.
"What? No. Z-Z-Zach isn't taking me home, no!" I stuttered, slipping into my denim shorts underneath the hospital gown. My floral strapless top was already on. I sat down on a chair and started buckling my golden sandals, weeping quietly. "Why not? He's your boyfriend, after all," she inquired, staring at me through her curtain of thick, golden hair. "He.. he was the one who crashed the car." I whispered. "He can get ja--" I cut her off. "Have a good day, Becky," I said, pulling open the door and slamming it shut. I didn't take one look back until I got into the parking lot and ran into a warm body. "There you are," Zach smirked. 
I whimpered and inhaled the summer air, shutting my eyes tight for a brief second, hoping if I didn't open them he would go away. I brightened up and slapped a smile onto my face. "Hi, baby!" I giggled, kissing him passionately. My eyes were open the whole time. "I'm not buying your stupid little act," he growled, slapping me. He usually wouldn't harm me in public, but he didn't care. He was drunk. I pulled his hand away from my face and he kicked me in the stomach. I bent over to hurl and held my stomach, quietly sobbing. I wiped my tears and stood up straight, despite the excruciating pain. "I hate you." I said bluntly, breathing through my nose. He threw a blow to my mouth and growled. "Did you say you love me, or you hate me?" he asked politely. I smirked. Politeness my butt. 
"I said, I hate you," I repeated, spitting in his face. "You mean love," he corrected me, confused. I could see a glimmer of the guy I love in his eyes, beneath all the coldness and dark heartedness he'd been expressing. I could tell he was the slightest bit hurt. I kicked him in the shins and wiped the blood from my face, bending over my stomach. I leaned my face up towards him and sighed. "Zach! Babyy!" a girl cried. I could recognize that voice. I glanced towards the direction of the sound and was astonished to find out that my best friend, Jamie, was standing there, practically making out with him. "Hey babe," he grunted, wrapping an arm around her waist. The other arm was still rubbing his sore shin. My jaw dropped. "You.. are dating.. my boyfriend?" I questioned her. Vomit poured out of my mouth from the blow to my stomach. I cried to myself. "Yeah. So?" she asked. Tears kept streaming down my face. "You.. you.. I hate you, too, Jamie," I whispered, throwing a ball at her. She shrieked and ducked down, then snuggling back into Zach's arms. I sighed and calmly began talking. "You dirty, drunken cheater! You are definitely not the guy I dated, Zach. Nope, you're just somebody else. Somebody that I used to know." I paused.

"Because the guy standing in front of me right now, is not my boyfriend."


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Teaser:
Zach's P.O.V.
"I took her hand and kissed her, only for the door to be kicked open. "Oh, and for the record, we're over!"