Hi, my readers. This chapter is hopefully the best chapter yet.
I don't own House of Anubis.
I trapped myself on my bed, writing in spiral notebooks. I'm sure that I looked like a mess. But it gave me something to distract myself from some of my confusing thoughts.
My cell phone rang, and a poppy, preloaded beat burst out of the speakers. I picked it up.
"Hi, Nina," said the fimiliar voice of Jason. I smiled.
"Hello, Jason," I bit my lip. Should I tell him that Fabian was here? I mean, he didn't really seem like the jealous type. On the other hand, who wouldn't be just a little uncomfortable that their fiancé was in Paris, the city of love, with the ex-love of her life?
"How are you doing?"
"Good. I can't wait for the lecture. It'll be awesome."
"Of course it will be- only Nina's smart enough to get in it," Jason replied. I could tell he was grinning.
"Not true! Some other people got in," I blushed but was smiling.
"Yeah, but you'll shine against all of them," Jason said. I could practicly hear the audience going "Awwww!" for that part.
"I hope. A good recommendation from Professor Chandel? I'd have dig sites begging me to work with them, and basically any report I write will be an instant A+." I said. But how many students were slaving over that very thing? Very many.
"I'm sure you'll at least get on her good side," said Jason gently. "Hate to do this, but I have to study. Big report. Call you tommorow?"
"Absolutely. Love you."
"Love you more."
The next morning, I was sightseeing. The lecture wasn't for another day, so I was taking the liberty to visit some amazing, historic sites.
"Excuse me? Um, can someone help me? Excuse me, ma'am...?" I wandered around, confused, staring at the French map. People were ignoring me, while I was clueless, and I was starting to feel like a tourist in New York (and I've seen plenty of those).
"Um, hello? Anybody speak English?"
They continued to ignore me. I wandered, before seeing a white sign, through an ally. "Maps, Tours, and Free Directions!" it read.
Sighing in relief, I headed toward it, taking steps through the long, narrow, dark space. I'd made it about halfway through, before somebody popped up from behind the garbage can.
"Give me your money, and no one gets hurt!" He said roughly, his accent British.
I scrambled for my wallette, inside my front jean pocket, because the best thing to do in this situation was to just be co-operative. "Hurry up!" He demanded impatiantly, glancing from side to side, like maybe a cop was hiding somewhere.
Finally, I pulled a rumpled twenty-five dollar bill (American money), and he snatched it up before pushing me down, hard, and taking off.
"Ow!" I mumbled to myself. The ground was icy, and my head hurt badly, so I just layed there for a few brief seconds, hearing the distant hum of traffic and my own breath. I think I scraped up my knee. Finally, everything went black.
I woke up in a hospital bed.
"Nina?" said a very familiar voice. I turned my head groggily, and saw Fabian himself, standing with a doctor. "You awake?" He asked.
"Yeah," I said, sitting up and putting a hand to my throbbing head.
"Do you remember everything, Nina?" asked the doctor, who's nametag said "Dave."
"I think. I got lost, and then some random guy mugged me and pushed me, and then I blacked out." I replied.
"Well, seeing as there is no major damage, and your memory is fine, you should be able to go home today. However, you're going to have a huge bruise on the left side of your head. All your knee will need is a simple band-aid. But, you will need to be watched over by a friend." Dr. Dave turned to Fabian. "Will you watch her for a few days?"
"Yes," Fabian said automatically.
Why wasn't the doctor asking me how I felt about Fabian watching me? If preffered, I would have begged Patricia to come over for a few days, payed for her trip, and owed her big time.
"Then I'll leave you here- please be out by two o'clock. Thank you." Dr. Dave tured and left.
"So," I said when he was gone, "Are you sure? Because I'm sure I could get someone else to come."
"No, Nina, it's fine. I haven't seen you, my best friend from high school, in years, so why would I mind spending a few simple days with you?" He smiled, his eye twinkling as I got up without arguement. Luckily, I was still in my jeans, shirt, and hoodie.
We left right away, taking his car. The ride was silent, and we pulled up in front of his apartment.
"Do you mind staying here, in the guest room?" He asked me.
"No. Not at all," Even though I did mind. I minded a lot.
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