Last Chapter: I stared at the ceiling and thought back to the hospital with Jackie and wondered what she was doing now. Little did I know that she was thinking of me too.
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I sat lying on my bed staring at the ceiling when there was a scratching noise. I sat up and scooted against the wall but remained quiet. I hadn't placed where the noise was coming from and I searched for it.
I had a split second thought that a gang member was trying to bust into my room and kill me but I misplaced the thought, rendering it absurd. I looked towards the door but it was still so I glanced towards the window and found what I was looking for.
A foot was slipped through the small window in my room and I watched amused as the person became stuck. He grunted and tried to place his foot on the windowsill but slipped and scratched his knee on the hard cement walls.
"Damn it," the person growled. I smirked and got up off the bed and leaned again the wall near the swinging foot. It moved right and another foot slipped in after it. The legs fell into my room, and flailed around obnoxiously.
"Aw man," the guy said. The problem came around the butt. The person's butt didn't fit through the window. I chuckled as the guy tried to jam himself through.
I had a clue as to who the person was but you know what people say when you assume…you make an ASS out of U and ME. Yeah, I know…original right? I use all my own material!
The person in my window had slammed himself through hard enough to come crashing down onto the harsh cement floor. Not only did he land on his ass but he also landed in the wrong room.
The guy got up and dusted himself off, unaware that I was leaning against the wall. He started walking towards the door to leave but I cleared my throat as to make my presence known. He paused.
"Where are you going Kelso?" I asked suspiciously. Kelso turned around and laughed nervously. He scratched the back of his head and walked towards me five steps, but stopped and took two back. I smirked as his fear.
"What's up Hyde? What are the odds that the window up there leads to your room down here huh?" He chuckled. I sarcastically laughed along and walked closer to him with a murderous smile.
"What are the odds," I joked. Kelso nodded his head and pointed behind him and opened his mouth to speak. No words came out because before he could answer I had socked him in the stomach.
He doubled over in pain and coughed. The loser. I felt all this anger and it was pulsing in my fist. It called out to me and I obeyed it. I threw another punch to the side of Kelso's face. He fell to the ground and landed awkwardly on his side.
I stood over him and started laying out a string of curse words. I suppose Foreman and Donna heard me because they came bursting in the room with wide eyes. Foreman ran to Kelso and Donna stood at the doorway amazed.
"What the hell?" She shouted. I looked at her and shrugged my shoulders. She watched me with her prying eyes and glanced down at the bleeding Kelso, then back to me. I felt abandoned by her. It felt like she was choosing Kelso over me. I didn't like this feeling.
Foreman helped Kelso stand up and hobble out of the room. Right before he disappeared out the door he smiled and gave me a thumbs up. I shook my head amused and walked back towards my bed. Donna was still standing in my doorway.
"What the hell?" She repeated. I looked to her and shrugged again. She didn't look too happy at my actions. Then again, I wasn't too happy with my 5-year-old actions either. Like I said before…if looks could kill, Michael Kelso would already be dead.