The Nerd is a Stripper?!

Chapter 20 (The End)

Ava's POV

"I don't want to go, I could still have internal bleeding!" I scream.

Flora is attempting to put me back in the car to go home. But if I go home, that means I have to go to school.

And I hate school.

"When was the last time I gave a fuck? Oh wait never, now let's go." She argues sarcastically.

I give up, and stay put, pouting. I slowly put on my seat belt and anxiously wait.

Flora notices my current state of mind, and gives my hand a squeeze.

"Everything is fine, and the guy that hit you paid his fine."
She states for reassurance.

I look out the window, and remember Mr. Harrison.

"Oh my god, I hit a seventeen year old!?" I hear an older man say, "Let me see her."

Not a second later, a guy in his late twenties enters the room in a wheel chair.

His eyes were teary eyed and his hands were shaking. His wife, I assume, puts her hand on his shoulder to calm him down, the reaction is instant.

He looks at her, and the love shown through his eyes is awe worthy.

"It wasn't your fault, I am okay now." I say as I look at Jake, he gives me a smile and kiss me on my temple.

"But still, where are your parents?" He asks.

"They passed away when I was young." I state as I look at my hands which are on lap. Jake graps my hand, intertwines it with his, and gives it a squeeze.

"Oh my goodness. I should have listened to you mon chéri." I recognize the last two words from french class. It means my darling.

"If I just got my brakes fixed this wouldn't have happened, I-" He is cut off by a nurse who walks into the room.

"Sorry to interrupt, but Ms . Gomez, here is your medical bill." She hands me a clipboard, then walks out of the room.

"That's what I will do!" He interrupts, "I will pay your medical bills!"

"Oh you don't need to-" I am interrupted.

"I want to." He states with no room for argument. I can tell from his eyes he has no intention of letting a 17 year old with no parents pay for somethimg he did.

"Okay, thanks Mr..."

"Harrison, but please, call me John."

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I exit the car, and I go to my first period. I internally groan, at the thought of learning.

My dampened mood is brightened when I see Jake carrying a bag of Chick-fil-a.

"Good morning." He states in his usual morning cheerfulness.

I groan in response and look at him pointedly, "Not really."

I grasp the bag, but he moves the bag before I can reach it.

He taps his cheek, I move up to peck it, when at the last second he moves his face so I kiss his lips.

Wow, the most cliché thing ever. I never thought I'd roll my eyes during a kiss, but there's always a first for everything.

I kiss back for a moment before I pull away. I raise an eyebrow as if questioning him.