Chapter 2: Trevor

The Monday that followed our sleepover was horrible. We could barely look at each other without one of us looking away with a shameful expression. Every time David would see me, he would wink. When ever Mel saw she'd bury her face in her hands like she was about to cry. I would simply look away and pretend like I hadn't seen him. Then one day, at lunch, he came up to me. His friends where with him, and looked away. He sat down right next to me, and his friends all around mine. I looked up at Mel who had a disapproving look on her face. David wrapped his arm around my shoulder like he'd been doing it all his life. "Hey baby." He said casual, leaning in to give me a kiss on the cheek. I pulled away from him, and his friends gasped and giggled. He pulled me tighter, not wanting to let me go.

"Let me go, David. Now." I whispered, anger even in my whisper. I felt him lighten his hold, and I stood up. I began to walk away from him, tears swelling in my eyes. I wasn't exactly sure why I was crying, but I was. Something about the way he had grabbed me. Feeling of betrayal, maybe. I kept walking, that is until, an arm grabbed me around the waist, making me come to a sudden halt. Apparently, the little "dispute" had made quite and audience. I guess David was going to let a girl slip from his hands with people watching. Turning around my eyes met Mel's. Mel behind David, her eyes actually filled with tears.

"Let her go!" She screamed, throwing punches at his back. It was as if Mel was protected me from him, but all David did was turn around and slap her right across the cheek. I gasped and tried to each out for her, but David pulled me close. Now I was crying, tears streaming down my face. Then someone came and tapped David on the shoulder. I thought it was a teacher, but it was Trevor Eldon. He was in my 1st, 2nd, 4th, and 5th Period. So he had a majority of my classes.

"Let her go, David." He said, raising his fist in the air like he was about to hit him. Then, he did. He hit him right in the jaw. That's the last thing I could remember. Then every thing went black.

When I awoke, I was laying on a bed in what seemed like a doctors office. I tried to sit up, but found myself groaning and placing a hand around my stomach. A nurse made it quickly to my aide, pressing a cold ice pack to my forehead. "..What happened?" I groaned as I brought my hand to my forehead to keep the ice pack on my forehead. All I remembered was Trevor hitting David, and I couldn't help but wonder why David had acted that way. Was I just an act for him and his friends? The nurse shushed me quietly, stroking her hand on my cheek like I was a small child. I wonder what the story had been. Had Trevor told the truth about the way David had tried to grab me? The nurse opened the curtain that had separated me from the other patients sharing my room, and as I looked out someone rose from a chair behind the curtain. It was Trevor. I let out a small gasp as I tried to get up to meet him. The nurse had stopped him, not wanting him to pass. She threw an irritated glance back towards me as she stepped aside. As he neared me, his face was full of worry. "Are you alright?" He whispered, sitting at the edge of my bed.

"I'm fine." I reassured him. "But tell me what happened." I added quickly. He hesitated for a moment, looking away from my questioning gaze. "Please." I whispered, giving him the puppy dog face. Sighing he finally turned toward me and met my gaze.

"That lying son of a bitch David," he began his story with, but suddenly stopped when he saw me flinch. Clearing his throat he started again. "Well, David tried to grab you and you didn't want him to grab you. I saw you from the other side of the lunch-court and I knew you needed help. So I went over there and hit him in face." He stated his last sentence almost proudly. I sighed, trying to move again. "Don't move!" He hissed in a low voice. "The nurse will have my head." At this we both laughed, though the action hurt my stomach. "When you fell you put your left arm behind you. So you broke your arm and your hit your head pretty bad." He explained, looking off in to the distance with an angry look on his face.

"You could've have helped me more than you already had, Trevor." I whispered to him, placing my good arm out to take his hand. I smiled sweetly, and he smiled back. We simply sat there for what seemed like forever gazing into each others eyes. It seemed like his face was only an inch or so away from my own when someone let out a annoyed grunt. Trevor nearly fell off the bed, and I was knocked out of my fantasy world.

"Oh..Er…Hi Dad." I said, my face flushing a deep scarlet. He gave an angry glare to Trevor who simply waved to me.

"See ya Jessica." He called as he fled quickly from the room. I couldn't blame him, my father was quite intimidating. He threw a glance towards the door, a big frown on his face. Oh crap! I had forgotten to ask Trevor what he had told everyone.

"Leave it p to my daughter to slip and fall…" He claimed shaking his head in a I-love-you-but-sometimes-you're-so-silly kind of way. I laughed half-heartedly, trying to cover up my nervousness. What was I too say if he said something about Trevor? I'm sure it looked a lot different then it really was from my father's point of view. "Mom couldn't get off work. So they can't give you the surgery without the consent of both parents. They will have to keep you over night." He said, looking down at his hands. I could feel my hand trembling.

"Surgery?" I whispered, clutching the bed sheets. I hated surgeries! And I did not want one! Not now, not ever. I'm pretty sure I pouted the rest of the day. Dad stayed in the waiting room, not wanting to be in the room incase I decided to explode mentally on him. That's what mom was for.