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"Glad to see that you made the right choice, baby." He started speaking even before she had slammed the car door behind her.
"Whatever Bert, you really screwed me over back there."
"What did you expect me to do, Gee?"
"Take it like a man maybe?"
He shot her a look, lifted his hand like he was going to punch the dashboard, but rested it back on the gearshift. They still sat in Frank's driveway.
"Gee–
"No Bert, I'm really pissed off at you right now. Just please take the bag and leave me alone. I need to think."
"Then get out of the car Gee."
"What?"
He leaned over her and pushed open the passenger door, "Get out of the car."
Gee tentatively stepped out of her seat, and so did Bert on the driver's side. He met her on her side of the vehicle, lifting his fist and then hitting her in the jaw. She didn't even register what had happened until he did it again and again and again, and then she was on the cement, head buzzing, arms crossed over her face. Then there was shouting, but not from Bert. From someone other than him, because they shouted with authority and Bert always shouted like he was running away from himself.
And then, there was light. Gee wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she was certain that she was propped up in the back of an ambulance with an EMT shining a penlight in her eyes. Or, at least, that's how it happened in the movies.
"I think she's finally come to, Evans."
"Good, please tell her posse that so we can cart Miss Popular over to the ER."
Gee squinted through the dots in her vision and the buzz that wouldn't leave her head. "Hello?" Her letters slurred together.
"Hey sweetie, can you tell us your full name and what you were last doing?"
A small laugh escaped her mouth. "I was playing with Frank's dogs."
"That is true," a voice remarked.
The EMTs shared a look.
"Yeah, it's a concussion sweetie, we're gonna have to take you in."
Gee blinked sleepily at the sterile glove wearing EMT.
"Hey Gee," it was Mikey, sounding a bit more panicked than usual, "Mom is meeting us at the hospital okay? Don't worry."
"Worry?" Her head cocked to the side in wonder.
"Never mind."
No one went home that night.
"So I feel like our plan was a success."
"Pete."
"I didn't say it was foolproof, or even perfect, Ray, I said it was a success."
"He has a point, Toro," Frank added.
Ray rolled his eyes and slouched farther down in the hard plastic chair. "I think it just would've been better if we'd got him before he'd given her a concussion."
"We all think that too Ray, don't beat yourself up over it," Mikey reached across Frank to pat him on the shoulder.
Frank spoke up for the first time in hours, "The cops had to have conclusive evidence on him anyways."
A dissatisfied mumble made rounds through the group.
Mama Way seemed to be relieved as she walked up to the cluster of boys. Any time Gee ended up in the hospital, she looked drained the duration of the stay, but now Mama Way carried herself with a countenance unheard of for someone who had been cooped up in the hospital for the last eighteen hours.
She took a seat next to Pete.
Her voice was soft, "Hey boys, nice to see you all here! Gee's stable now. They, uh, ran a couple scans on her. She does a have a pretty bad concussion and she's a little...beat up, but she's been cleared to have some visitors."
All four breathed a collective sigh of relief.
"So, who wants to go back there first?"
Much to his relief, Frank ended up seeing Gee last. He peeked into her room through the cracked door to see her resting. She was probably exhausted, from everything that had happened on top of keeping up conversations with everyone.
Gee's fair skin was washed out by the fluorescent lights, and he wasn't sure if her bruises were that bad or if it was just how white the whole room was. She looked small and entirely too fragile to be the girl he knew.
"Frank?" At the sound of her voice, he remembered how long he had been standing there, creepily staring at her from the doorway.
He pushed through the door, "Hey Gee." Then sat at the chair her mom had pushed to the bed, minding all the cords on the floor. God, he hated hospitals. She was only hooked up to a drip IV, but that was enough to make him taste bile in the back of his throat.
"I'm so–
"Please don't say you're sorry Frank, oh my God. It doesn't matter anymore. I'm not dead. Anyways, everyone's already given me the rundown. I know that all of you guys conspired against me and reported Bert to the police." Frank shrugged at her accusation. "I also know all about the plan to get us back together."
"Ah."
"It's fine. I'm just glad that you guys didn't leave any leaf unturned, but I just can't believe that the cops were already at your house before Bert got there."
"Thank your brother for that one." His tone read nonchalant, but he was wiping his clammy palms on his jeans.
"Don't play it off like that Frank. Ray already elaborated on how much a role you played in this. How did you come up with all this Frankie? We're barely friends anymore," a tear ran down her face and she batted a hand at it, "How did the sweetest boy in the world come up with all this," she gestured vaguely around the space surrounding them, "for me?"
Frank used his thumb to gently wipe the tears running down Gee's face.
"It wasn't just me. It was Ray and me, and your brother and Pete did a lot too."
Frank really didn't want to be the hero in this situation. It was all his fault that this happened anyway.
"But why?" her voice cracked.
He took a steadying breath before deciding to splay the contents of his heart before her. Frank squeezed Gee's hand, met her hazel eyes and said, "From the moment I saw you with that shirt on, that first day you were in class, I knew there was something about you. I decided that I was going to be there for you, Gee; I should've always been there for you. I mean," he chuckled before continuing, "you had me at down with cis."
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