Hurt °All American °

Chapter 11: Corey

(A/N. I'm heading to my grandparents tomorrow for christmas(me and my mom have been tested to make sure we dont bring anything). With this I may not be able to update.

Question, should I do a christmas one shot. It would have nothing to do with the plot, just a oneshot)

"Ace, why do you-" Jordan stopped short.

He opened my door without knocking, with my back facing the door.

"Get out!"

"Ace, your back," he said.

My eyes widened as I threw on the closet shirt. I pulled Jordan in my room and shut the door.

"You didn't see that. You didnt see anything," I told him.

"Your not damon salvatore, you cant compel me to forget that," he replied sarcastically.

"Jordan. Please. It's to close to completition," I begged.

"Your lower back is black and blue. That its normal," he told me.

"I just hit my back. It's not a big deal," I told him trying to reason.

"When? When did this initially happen?" He demanded.

"A couple weeks ago. Homecoming," I mumbled.

"You could have really hurt yourself Ace," he argued.

"Jordan. I barely feel any pain," I told him.

Jordan dropped his phone on the ground,"pick it up then. You should have no problem bending."

I bent over and grabbed the phone. I let out a little whimper but handed it to him.

"See, you are hurt," he told me.

"Jordan, I have a competition in a week. Once I'm done with that I can go to the doctor, but I cant miss that competition," I told him.

"Ace-"

"Please jordan. Dont say anything," I begged him.

"Fine," he sighed.

"Thank you! I owe you big time!" I said hugging him.

Jordan left my room and Spencer came right in,"why was he in your room?"

"Needed some girl advice," I lied.

"He needs all the help he can get. I have a question?"

"Shoot."

"What was your essay on in your english class?" He asked me.

"I dont take english. I finished my english credits last year. I take a writting class instead," I told him.

"Okay, what was that assignment?" He asked.

"We made a charecter that we have been working on for the past few weeks. Our final little project was writting about the most difficult time in the characters life that changed them," I told him.

"What you do it on?"

"I based it off my homecoming. Why are you asking?"

"I had to write on my greatest influence but it wasnt good enough for my teacher," he sighed.

"Who was your greatest influence?"

"Nion Dion sanders!" Spencer said.

"You picked Prime time. For that english teacher. No wonder he didnt like it," I laughed.

"Why is no one taking my side." Spencer asked.

"Becuase your wrong, honey," I laughed.

Spencer rolled his eyes at me then looked around my room.