Bad at Love (Sienna)

Chapter 3. Home

Yup, the book playlist is gonna be mostly Green Day hehe--not ashamed--//Boulevard of Broken Dreams//
By the way, there will be Italian and Spanish conversations AND food mentioned. Google and Google Translate will be your best friends! :) Sike, I decided to be a nice author and put in the translations for you!
Annnddd it's a longer chapter so yay!!
Fancy reading
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"She's waking up," Says an unfamiliar voice and my face scrunches up in confusion as my eyes slowly open.

My head immediately starts to hurt at the bright lights. I press my fingers against my head and groan, "Where am I? What happened?"

Then I notice a doctor looming over me with a sympathetic look on his face.

"One of your soccer teammates kicked the ball at your head and when you fell, you sprained your ankle and hit the back of your head badly. You passed out and your coach called the hospital. We notified your family, but they have not arrived yet."

Only one person could have caused this. Jázmin. If she went so far as to land me in the hospital, then I really am not safe. I've had bullies hurt me, but nothing so bad or serious enough that I passed out and had forgotten everything that happened. I can't remember anything after school was over.

My thoughts went to my family and my heart began to hurt at the thought of them not being here.

"You also have a severe concussion. I suggest that you rest up at home. We will call the school and tell them that you won't be attending for the rest of the week. And your coach already knows that you won't be at practice either."

"Okay, thank you. Um...can I call my dad?" I ask, feeling nervous. I wish someone was here.

"Of course, here you go," He says, handing me the hospital phone.

I dial my dad's number. He picks up after the third ring.

"Hello?" He asks in his deep, tired voice.

"Hi...Dad, it's me. Sienna. The hospital said they called you. Where are you? Why didn-" He interrupts me.

"I'm so sorry, Sienna. I'm at the warehouse right now and wasn't able to answer the call. They probably called the home phone, too. Armani is there. I don't know why he didn't pick it up. What happened? Why are you at the hospital?"

All is forgiven then.

I recite to him what the doctor told me, and he says he'll call Armani and tell him to pick me up. I thank him and we say our goodbyes.

"My brother is coming to get me," I inform, turning to the doctor.

"Alright, you can sit in the waiting room. Sign out before you leave."

I thank him and do what he says.

Twenty minutes later and Armani comes walking through the sliding double doors like he owns the place. His black-brown wavy hair is slicked back and his dark, emotionless eyes find me.

He doesn't say anything, so I get up slowly so as to not cause my growing headache to get worse than it already is.

"Hurry up, I've got things to do and people to see," He crosses his arms, annoyed.