Chloe and Jakob have hated each other since freshman year-ever since he and his best friend Samuel pulled a cruel prank during gym class that left Chloe exposed and humiliated in front of half the school. She's never forgiven him. And Jakob? He's ne...
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Jakob's POV I choke on my sandwich, when Samuel slaps my back. He quickly slides me over a can of soda. I take a sip and cough. "What's up?" I croak.
"Party tonight," Samuel states. "You in?"
"Yeah," I say. "Who's party is it?"
"Cecilia's," Samuel answers smirking. "I'm so gonna hit that."
"Yeah she is hot."
"Please don't tell me you are still hung up about that Claire girl," he says, slumping in his seat.
"Her names Chloe," I clarify. "And that was three years ago."
"Yet you still talk to her everyday," Samuel states.
"Shut up," I grumble.
"You haven't even-"
"Definitely shut up," I growl.
He chuckles. "Your so fun to rile up."
"Just pick me up at 7," I mutter.
"Yes baby," he says.
"I'm gonna go grab a snack," I say. "Want anything?"
"Get me a KitKat," he answers.
I stand up and go over to the vending machine. I watch this guy jimmy the machine and two Hershey bars drop out instead of one. "Impressive," I comment.
He chuckles softly. "Thanks."
"I'm Jakob," I say.
"I know," he mumbles. "Captain of the swim team."
"Yeah," I say. "You are?"
"Wesley," he says.
"Nice to meet you," I say. I put my money into the vending machine and grab Samuel's KitKat and myself a Hershey's bar. "I'll see you around," I say to Wesley, before heading back to my table.
"What took you so long?" Samuel asks, as I chuck his KitKat at him.
"Just talking to someone," I say. "You know a Wesley?"
"Uh yeah," Samuel says. "Bisexual kid who hangs out with that weird kid Will and Greg."
I nod. "Oh yeah."
That Will is really weird
* I open the passenger door of Samuel's car and get in. "What time do you call this?" I ask.
"Sorry," he says. "I got stuck at home."
I smirk. "Watching Desperate Housewives again?"
Samuel groans. "It's so good."
He pulls out of my driveway and we hit the road. He turns up his radio and Bon Jovi screams through it. "Oh!" We both yell. "We're halfway there, whoa, livin' on a prayer."
"That's a good song," Samuel claims, stopping at a red light.
"Bon Jovi is my god," I state.
The light turns green and Samuel steps on the gas. I notice a light coming from the front of us. It was definitely speeding.
"Samuel watch out!" I yell, when I see them on our side of the road.
Samuel hits the brakes hard and turns to the right. I don't know what happens next but all I can hear is Samuel muttering my name.
Then everything turns black.
When I gain consciousness, I hear my mum talking to my dad. "Baby," she whispers. "You there?"
"A-Are my eyes closed?" I whisper confused. I hear my mum sob. "Mum what's going on?"
"Son," i hear dad say. "Y-you've lost your eyesight."
"What?" I whisper.
"Some glass from Samuel's front window, hit your cornea," dad explains.
"Is Samuel okay?" I ask, sitting up. I hiss as pain shoots up from my left rib. Mum and dad are silent. "Mum," I croak. "Please tell me he's okay?"
"Baby," she sobs. "Samuel didn't make it."
"No," I say, shaking my head. "This is all a dream, this isn't happening to me."
"Jak-"
"Samuel isn't dead!" I yell. "He can't be."
"Jakob," Mum says softly. "H-he saved you."
"What?"
"He got you out of the car," Mum says. "And when he went to see if the other person was okay, the radiator exploded."
I choke back a sob. "I can't live without him mum," I say, tears streaming down his face. "He's my best friend."
"I know baby," she says. I flinch when she hugs me. "You will be okay."
"Sorry to ruin the moment," I hear a new voice say. "How are you, Jakob?"
"Just fantastic," I answer, dryly, wiping away my tears.
"I'm your doctor, Shane," he says. "Are you hurting at all?"
"My ribs," I answer. "I also can't see you."
"Yes," he says. "I did tell your parents to tell you about that."
"Well I'm just ecstatic about it," I say. "I expect my party any day now."
"Your funny," the doc says. "Anyway I don't see any other problems, beside the blindness and the bruised ribs, so I'm gonna let you out of the hospital tomorrow," he states. "I'll give your parents a list of things that could help with the blindness, such as a guide dog, a teacher of Braille-"
"What the hell is braille?" I ask, interrupting him.
"It's how the blind read," Mum answers for him. "And I know someone who does that already."
