Chapter 13

The next thing I remember is that I was lying down in a hospital bed and Chris was sitting on a chair next to my bed. His head was buried between his hands.

“Chris…” He turned to look at me and a look of pure happiness crossed his face.

“Thank god, you’re awake,” he gasped. “You got me worried there for a second, princess.”

“Don’t worry Chris, I’m alright. I’m not going anywhere.” He smiled at me and held my hand. He called the doctor and they made some check-ups. Everything seemed alright, so they let me go a few weeks later.

I had a lot of university work to do after that. Mr. Green got fired, so I had to get used to a completely different professor. Luckily it was a woman this time, so no more drama. Ever since the incident, though, Chris has become even more protective than usual. He helped me with my bag and never let me carry anything.

“Chris, the doctors said I’m fine. Now give me that.”

“Nah, I think I like this. Now you are like a true princess.”

“You know, princesses can have very big demands.”

“I can handle it.”

“They can also get flirtatious looks from other guys,” I joked. He stopped and looked down at me.

“Too bad you’re all mine,” he said. And with that, the romance was on again.

Everything went smoothly, at least for a couple of months. My life turned into a complete routine. However, everything turned upside down when Cassandra Landor came to our university.

She was about my age, with curly brown hair and sky-blue eyes. She had freckles across her nose and the longest eyelashes I have ever seen. She wore a lot of make-up which made her look even prettier than ever. She was very friendly with everyone. One thing bothered me with her though: she would always isolate Chris and hit on him.

One day in particular was very bad. We had decided to meet with Chris at the gym. I was a few minutes late, so I was rushing to finish this essay I was writing on my laptop. Chris had texted me a million times, but I hadn’t gotten to text him back yet.

I had finally finished my essay and I had just changed into my gym clothes. I strolled into the gym, but stopped in my tracks. There were two people making out in the middle of the gym. To my dismay, it was Chris and Cassandra. I walked over to them, separated them, faced Chris and slapped him. Then, I turned on my heels and stormed out of the gym.

I hadn’t talked to Chris all day that day. I just hoped he had gotten the message loud and clear: I saw you.