Abby's P.O.V

About ten minutes later Becca and I are doing school work when there's a knock on her door. I look over at Becca and raise my eyebrows, knowing that she hadn't invited anyone else over. She shrugs before standing up to go answer the door. I shut my eyes to rest them for a moment.

Scott still has yet to reply to my text and it's beginning to become a littler unnerving. What if he doesn't want me anymore? What if he already moved onto that blonde bimbo he walked into class with earlier? What if I waited too long to answer him? Maybe I should've clarified a little more when I texted him.

Suddenly I feel the air being knocked out of me. I gasp and my eyes quickly open due to the sudden weight that is now on top of me. I gasp and my eyes quickly open due to the sudden weight that is now on top of me. I'm surprised to see a head of hair laying on my shoulder and it's connected to a very male looking body.

"We got your text," the person who is currently laying on top of me says in a husky voice.

I furrow my eyebrows, very confused as to what is happening right now. But then when I look up and see Becca smirking down at me like a proud mother, I finally realize who this person is.

"S-Scott?"

"I'm apalled," the person looks up and I realize that it isn't Scott; It's Victor. "I can't believe you'd even think I was him. Now get up, we have to go."

"W-where?" I ask cocking an eyebrow up at him.

"Did you forget already?" He asks standing up and dusting himself off. "We have to go see your PT today."

I groan as I rememeber agreeing to go see a physical therapist with Scott, Victor, Becca and Anna because of my leg. I'm supposed to be going at least once a week just so they can't be sure that my leg isn't going to fall off or something. I allow Victor to help me up and I shoot Becca a glare for forgetting to remind me which she just shrugs off.

"Well let's g-go," I say before standing up.

"Hop on," I look over and roll my eyes at Victor who is kneeling in front of me waiting for me to climb onto his back.

"I t-think I can walk on m-my own," I say as I begin limping over towards the door.

"Nope nope nope," I hear Victor say and suddenly I'm being throw over his shoulder. "Can't take any chances. Don't want you ruining your legs just because you didn't listen to the doc's orders."

Becca laughs with Victor as I thrash in his arms. Soon enough I just let him carry me but warn him that I do get motion sick, so if he feels something wet on his back, it's definitely throw up. He didn't seem fazed by it though for some reason.

Finally after what feels like forever he's setting me down on the ground again. I nearly fall over from the blood rush and also the fact that my legs do kind of hurt a little now.

"You alright?" I look up to see that we're standing in the parking lot and that's not the only thing I see. Scott is standing next to his car in a blue button up and his hair is actually combed through quite nicely. When he sees me looking at him he begins to figet and he nervously runs a hand through his hair. Then all of a sudden I see him glaring at something over my shoulder and I turn to see Victor grinning victoriously.

Victor grinning victoriously...

Sometimes I'm just too much for myself.

"Where are her crutches?" Scott asks raising his eyebrow at Victor.

"Oh we couldn't find them," Victor says shrugging. "So I carried her here. No big deal."

Scott looks like he's about to say something but before he can he's interrupted by another voice.

"Hey Abby," Oakland says appearing out of nowhere. "Where are you guys off too? I thought we agreed to hang out after classes today."

Ugh, I completely forgot about that.

"Sorry," I say looking over at him apologetically. "I f-forgot t-that I have to go see my physical t-therapist today."

"For what?" He asks touching my arm and scanning my body with his eyes, looking for something hurt.

"Nothing that concerns you buddy," Scott says stepping in front of me so that I can't see Oakland anymore. But Oakland ignores Scott and steps around him so that he's next to me.

"We can still hang out afterwards," Oakland says looking into my eyes. "In fact I can just follow you guys there in my car and you and I can go get something to eat after the movie."

"You know what Oakey?" Scott says again before I can answer. I watch in horror as Scott slings his arm aroundn Oakland's shoulder and smiles at him. I see Oakland look down at Scott's arm before looking up at Scott with confused eyes. "That sounds like a lot of fun, I think Becca, Victor and I will have to tag along."

"No that's fine-" Oakland tries to say but Becca interrupts him this time.

"I don't appreciate Scott speaking on my behalf," Becca says glaring at Scott. "But I sure as hell want front row seats to this show. So I'll come."

Oakland nods and looks over at me with a look of defeat evident in his eyes. I shrug, already knowing that I have absolutely no say in any of this.

"I'll see you then," Oakland says and he looks like he's about to hug me but I think he decides against it when he sees the look that Scott is giving him. So he just waves at everyone before leaving.

"Well let's go then," Scott says suddenly sounding more chipper. Victor and Becca climb into the back and I'm about to open my door but I'm pleasantly surprised when it's opened for me.

"M'lady," Scott says grinning at me and I grin back a his charismatic behavior before climbing into his car.

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"I swear if someone says something else about your stutter I'm going to punch something."

I look over at him wide eyed and I look down to see that his hands are clenched into fists. We've been in my PT's office for a little over half an hour and everytime we've talked to someone they've always ended up asking about my stutter and I think it's starting to annoy Scott for whatever reason.

"It's okay," I say shrugging. "It h-happens all the t-time."

"But it shouldn't," he says shaking his head and looking over at me. "Not to you, and not to anyone. It's just a simple disability. It doesn't make you any different from them so why is it any of their business anyways?"

"I d-don't think about it m-much anymore," I say to him. "I've h-had bigger p-problems lately."

His face softens and he nods before looking down at my hands and reaching over to grab mine. I look at him and begin to wonder whether or not he got the text yet. He's been acting all smiley and affectionate and whatnot but he hasn't said anything about it so maybe he hasn't.

About Twenty minutes later I'm finally finished with the physical trainer and we're getting ready to leave but that's when I remember that we're supposed to be hanging out with Oakland. As if on que Oakland walks through the front door of the little office.

"Who's ready for a night out on the town?" Oakland asks but he isn't looking at me. He's looking at Scott...almost as if he's challenging him.

I'm really starting to wish that I hadn't agreed to hanging out with the two of them in the same room.

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