•Love Whiplash By Jamiee Dee•

"So how was your weekend?" Casey asks me as she walks with me towards lunch. Her arm brushes mine every now and then. I tuck a piece of hair behind my ear and smile at her.

"It was good." I'm sure I'm given away with how red my cheeks are because she raised a brow at me and smirked. "Girl, anyone with that face didn't just have a "good" weekend."

I flushed an even deeper red and ran a hand through my hair as I tried to come up with something to tell her since I couldn't really tell her I'd spent most of my weekend with my principle.

"Char and I just went to the beach and it was nice." I offered, glancing at her.

She squinted her eyes at me and pursed her lips. "Mmm girl, my bullshit detector is screaming at me right now." I groaned and rolled my eyes, prompting a laugh out of her as she threw her arm over my shoulder.

"Yeah whatever, how was-" I turned to enter our class and my sentence automatically dropped as I caught a pair of grey eyes. She looked amazing in a businessy type suit with her long hair all flowing down her back, just begging me to run my fingers through it.

I had to bite my lip to hold in my laughter as her eyes narrowed on Casey's arm around me. Was she really jealous? It was silly. She had nothing to worry about anyways. Casey was as straight as you can get. "Relax." I mouthed at her and winked.

Her mouth parted slightly before a full-fledged smile lit up her face. "Wow." Casey muttered beside me. "I didn't even know she had smiling muscles." She "oomphed" out a laugh when I elbowed her.

"Be nice." I scolded, my eyes still fashioned on the brunette beauty. Casey gasped suddenly and pulled me into the practice room, cutting off my daydreaming.

"Hey!" I huffed out, but she ignored me and pinned me with a stare.

"Dude! You like Ms. Thornton?!"

I panicked for a split second before I managed to force myself to laugh and roll my eyes as if that was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard.

"What? No!"

Her eyes speared through me for a solid minute before she sighed and released her death grip on my arm. "Whew good, because as your friend I'd have to warn you that if you did, I would be obligated to smack some sense into you since pursuing your high school principle would be a stupid ass decision."

My eyes were as wide as saucers and I could only stare at her for a long moment before we burst into laughter. Tears streamed down my face and my sides cramped. I didn't even know what was so funny anymore.

One things for certain, it sure felt good to just laugh. "Oh god." I chuckled out, attempting to come down from my laughing fit. "I'd have to admit though, that'd be pretty hot."

I gasped and turned to face her, feeling my brows raise in surprise at her words. Casey was highly religious, but she never persecuted someone or judged them for who they were or who they liked. But she certainly didn't approve of same-sex partnerships. That's why it was so weird to hear her say that.

Naturally I would've never been friends with someone like her, not just because of the religious aspect but also because she was quite popular. I, was not. I was the freaky girl who has a kid and punched a guy in the hallway.

But I certainly wasn't going to break apart our friendship anytime soon. I really felt like Casey understood me. She'd had a rocky childhood herself, and as sick and twisted as this sounds, I'm glad she did. It made me feel more "normal" to not be normal.

That made no sense.

Oh well.

I shook my head at her and laughed as we walked out of the practice room. Fourth period was like watching grass grow. It dragged on and on and on. We were watching some video about something I have no knowledge of. I was just about to fall asleep when the phone rang. The teacher grumbled in annoyance before answering it.

"O'Brian! Principle needs you." A few kids "oohed" dramatically, assuming I was in trouble. I shot out of my chair and practically flew out the door. Anything to get me out of that hellhole fast enough. My insides turned to mush as I contemplated on the walk over what she wanted.

It took me no time at all to reach the office and my brow furrowed in confusion at seeing the school resource officer there talking to the principle. Evelyn saw me and dropped her conversation immediately. My unease deepened when I saw the worried look on her face.

"What's going on?"

Her stone mask fell right off her face and I saw something I automatically knew I never wanted to see again on her face; fear. "Scout...there was an accident on the playground. Charlotte had to be taken to the hospital."

Fear clenched and wrapped it's freezing fingers around my heart. All thoughts of where I was or who I was with escaped me as I gripped her forearms in my shaky hands. "Take me there." I demanded in a near-yell.

Heads turned at the sound of my voice, and I frantically blinked back tears as I tried to focus on the stormy eyes in front of me. I held onto them with everything I had.

Her lips pursed and without a second of hesitation she looked to the secretary and said, "Explain to Mr. Danvers. I am needed at the hospital." The woman glanced between us questioningly but quickly did as she was told when Ms. Thornton deepened her glare.

She turned to me and gripped my elbow lightly as she steered me out of the building. She glanced around for a few moments to make sure we were really alone before she pulled me into her arms. I broke down immediately at the feeling of her strong arms around me.

"Shh, porumbel. It'll be alright." She spoke softly as her hands rubbed up and down my arms. I forced myself to calm down and nod. She led me me straight to her car and we hardly spoke at all on the way to the hospital. My mind was a giant ball of wound up turmoil and fear.

Please let her be okay. I prayed to whoever was listening as I watched the trees blur by.

Evelyn glanced at me worriedly every few moments out of the corner of her eye but didn't say anything. I was grateful for that. I didn't know if I could form a coherent response anyways.

We practically sprinted into the emergency room lobby and scared the poor receptionist to death. "What can I do for you ladies?" She gasped out, a hand on her chest.

"Charlotte O'Brian! She's five, she was admitted for-" I paused and my mouth dropped open as I realized I didn't even know what my own daughter has been admitted for.

"Head injury." Evelyn spoke softly beside me. My head whipped around and my eyes filled with tears. Oh god, please don't have brain damage.

"Are you her mother?" The receptionist asked Evelyn, ignoring me completely. I ground my teeth and spoke before she could.

"That would be me. Now, am I going to have to do this the hard way? Or can you tell where the fuck my daughter is?" My voice had lowered considerably and I could feel the sting of pain in my hands from my nails.

My body was wound as tight as it could get and I was worried I would reach over there and strangle the bitch if she didn't stop staring at me and tell me where Charlotte is.

It was against my will that my body relaxed immediately when Evelyn placed a warm hand on my lower back, her thumb rubbed circles into my skin. I released a long breath and pinched the bridge of my nose.

"What room is she in?" I heard Evelyn say nicely, her hand slipped under my shirt and the skin on skin immediately shattered the hold the anger had on me.

My eyes pleaded with the woman as she glanced in between us with a questioning look on her face before she glanced down at her computer screen and started typing.

"It says here she's just got out of surgery and is in room B302-" I was racing down the hallway before she'd finished her sentence.

I knew I didn't deserve any miracles, but I prayed and prayed and prayed that my little girl was okay. She's what's held me together and I know for sure I'll fall apart if she doesn't come out okay.

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