Hello everybody! ^^ not to long of a wait...but yeah. On to the chapter... I guess, I'm not happy with this chapter. At all. Sorry if it's, you know, bad but I really wanted to get something out for you.

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Bad Apple

Chapter Two: Hit N' Run

I woke up the next afternoon in a cold sweat. I was still in my clothes from yesterday. My naturally curly hair was wet and was sticking to my skin. I groaned out loud. I stood up carefully slipping off my converse before taking a well needed shower.

I glared at my reflection, my glasses were foggy because if the steam, I was wrapped in a towel, my hair was starting to frizz up due to the moist air. I went back across the hall to my bedroom. My room was painted a midnight blue, with posters of my favorite bland, Flyleaf on the walls. I got dressed in my orange Homer Simpson shirt and dark jeans. I slipped on my black and white Jordans. I went back to the bathroom and put on a bit of eyeliner, and lip gloss.

I brushed my through my thick hair, tying it back into a ponytail, brushed my teeth, and left my house. I locked the door behind myself, walking pass my 2002 Mustang GT and onto the main road.

I walked along the sidewalk on a clear sunny Friday after noon. I skipped school, and lied to my mother. Great, some daughter I am. I pulled my hood over my head, covering my fizzy bland hair. I really can't face Nick or Jenna right now. Nick would just laugh and talk about me to his new girlfriend, and Jenna wouldn't stop bugging me. I bet she's doing something she's going to regret doing to Nick and his moronic friends.

To be honest, I do want to talk to some about these feelings. Don't get me wrong, I do trust Jenna, but she has a blabber mouth and things slip out in convocations. I pushed my glasses up my nose, scowling gently.

I glared intensely at the grey sidewalk as I walked around the plaza. I bet the school already knows everything about our whole ordeal with Nick and I. Thanks to the gossip girl, Ashley. What does she have that I don't anyway? Is it because she's blond? I don't get why all the boy fawn over her. She a whore!

I snorted softly to myself. Yeah that's why every guy in that hell hole flirts with her, because they can get her in bed fast. They don't want real women, a real relationship. They just want sex and the attention! Damn pigs. I stopped at the crosswalk, still engrossed in my thoughts. When the crossway light became green, a few people and I started to walk across the street.

I was just halfway across the street when I heard a woman scream at me to look out. My head snapped and in horror I saw a sliver car speeding towards me. I screamed as the car made a harsh impact with my thin, fragile frame.

My head hit the concrete and I blacked out instantly

I woke with strangers standing over me. "Oh god, Reese!" The weird woman cried out. I raised an eyebrow. White walls, while floors, lumpy white bed. Oh joy. I must be in a hospital. "Uh. Who the hell are you?" I snapped at the two, glaring at them, a scowl made its way onto my face. "And who the hell is 'Reese'?"

"Honey? What are you talking about?" The man spoke, shock written on his features "We're your parents!" I laughed bitterly "No I think that I would remember my own parents, fool." The woman gasped and a whole new round of sobs rang out in the quiet room. A doctor stepped into the room. "Hello Mr. and Mrs. West. I am doctor Ratchet.

"Hey Doc'. Can you please tell these weirdo's to get outta' here? They keep telling me bunch bullshit." I said blankly, pushing the woman off my body as she attempted to hug me. "Well, these are actually your parents, according to our records here. You are here because you were run over." Dr. Ratchet explained. "Wait, but I don't remember any of this! I don't even know them." I gestured to the man and woman sitting next to my bed. "Reese, please! Stop being like this! You have to know us. We raised you!" The man cried out in anger, or sadness. Either way, I didn't care who they think they are. They're not my parents or anybody that I know.

The only person I think of right now is Jenna. Dr. Ratchet frowned "Reese, you are suffering from memory loss, a minor concussion, and a fractured leg." I gasped, seeing the huge lump that was my left leg. "Oh my gosh!" My 'mother' cried, as she started to cry harder. The man, who was apparently my father, spoke up "How long will she have to remain here?"

"About another week, just to be sure." They both nodded and Dr. Ratchet left without another word. Rude! "Okay Reese, we're leaving. We'll see you in a week, honey." My 'mother' said, gently touching my arm. "Okay whatever." I snatched my limb out of her grasp and sneered at her. "Leave your daughter when shes hurt and in the hospital!"

They sighed, giving me on last look before leaving. I laid my head back down and closed my eyes. A little nap sounds good right about now. I passed out a second after the thought.

"Hey! Hey girl!"

No...I don't wanna wake up yet...

"Yo'! Get up!"

No bitch, I'm not getting up!

HEY! WAKE UP!

"What the fuck do you want? Can't you see I'm sleeping here, you ass!" The guy glared at me "Well you wouldn't get the frag up." I laughed "Frag? What the-" I cut off, and stared at the beautiful dude standing over me. His hair was a deep brown, like chocolate. His eyes were a pretty shade of blue. My jaw dropped and I just continued to just drink up the site.

The angel man raised a perfect eyebrow and snorted with laughter. "What are you staring at, squishy?" What the hell? Did he just call me 'squishy'? Great, now I need to lose weight. Thanks a lot you...hot- No! Cut it out Reese. This guy probably has a girlfriend. Or he might be gay. I've noticed that all the sexy guys are usually gay. It pisses me off. It seems like every time you see a that guy with a six-pack, a tan, and actually knows how to dress, is usually gay.

C'mon! God, please let him be straight. Please.

"So, uh whats you name?" I asked, smiling at him. A pink blush spread across his nose as he 'coughed' in his fist. "I'm Alex, and you are?" I fought back a blush "R-Reese West." Damn you studder! I hat when I do that in front of people.

Alex and I talked for the whole rest of the day untill visting hours were over.

I grinned as I grabbed my crutches and limped out of the hospital doors with my 'parents'. I'm so freaking happy to be out of that lame, boring hospital! My God, I was going to die of boredom if I had to stay there another second. It didn't help that Dr. Ratchet was a sourpuss. Always so mean. Douche bag. Richard, the guy who claims to be my father helped me into the minivan while Suzan got in the front seat.

I snuggled into the soft seat, drifting off into darkness, not knowing that my life would change in a single moment the next morning.

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