Chapter 11

                                    

                                          
Chapter 11
                          
Vic's P.O.V.
                          
I really do like the way he tastes, and feels, and sounds. I can't believe I used to hate the guy with a passion, and now here we are making out in his bedroom. The problem is, this won't be his room for much longer. He was able to negotiate an agreement with his father, that he will stay with Matty until school is over. He's got the house for a few more days, but all the furniture has already been moved. Except for his bed.
                          
"Kellin..." I moan, because my phone has started to ring. "Let me see who that is." But Kellin doesn't stop kissing me, or touching me, and I'm fine with that. I just let the phone jump around buzzing, sending it to voice mail.
                          
He runs his fingers through my hair. "I'm going to hate not seeing you everyday during the summer." He says, and I nod. All the attention is very enjoyable. We kiss some more, until I finally get myself out of the tangle of his limbs to grab my phone. I click through to hear the message, and I'm greeted with the voice of Jenna Whyler, sobbing.
                          
"Vic, please call me back. It's Jaime, something's happened to Jaime, and... and.... Vic, please!" My eyes widen and I can't speak. Jaime... Oh god, no.
                          
"What's up?" Kellin asks me, concern filling his voice. I shake my head, calling back Jenna.
                          
"Vic? Vic!" She exclaims, her voice thick with tears. I can hear her struggling to keep them in, but her worry and shock is plain as day.
                          
"What's happened? Where's Jaime?" I ask, my own worry pushing me to the brink of anger and fear.
                          
Jenna gasps back a sob. "I don't know, he got in an accident. I'm at the hospital, but of course I can't see him. I have no idea if he's okay!"
                          
"How did you know what happened?" I ask her.
                          
"He didn't show up for our date, so I went looking for him. That's when his parents called me and... I can't believe this can be happening!" Jenna is taking shaky breaths in to keep from crying.
                          
"I'll be right there!" I say, jumping off the bed and hanging up. Kellin looks at me with worry and more concern. "I have to get to the hospital. It's Jaime."
                          
His eyes widen. "Well fucking shit! I'm coming with you!" He starts to get up but I hold out a hand to stop him.
                          
"No, it's better if it's just me. I'm his best friend." I hope the last statement is still true.
                          
Kellin sits back down and nods. "Call me if you need anything." I rush down the stairs and out the door, leaving Kellin behind. I barely think as I'm jamming the key into the ignition. Stupid, stupid, stupid! How could I have let something like this happen to the only friend I have? Am I so blinded by the love and attention coming from the brat I used to hate? People change. I've changed. I let this happen. It's all my fault.
                          
I'm speeding away to the hospital, wishing that I had sirens so I could whoosh right through the red lights. But unfortunately, I don't, so I get to the hospital later than I would have liked. I run to the front desk, almost slamming my hand down on the wood.
                          
"Jaime Preciado, is he here?" I ask, panic striking into me. The secretary looks at me reassuringly.
                          
"Calm down hon." She says, patting my hand as she searches through the list.
                          
"No, I can't, he's my best friend, and I don't know what to do!" I choke, and the woman looks at me sadly.
                          
"He's in ICU, hon. He's gotten pretty bad injuries, and visitors are family only for the few couple days after the surgery." She says, probably telling me things she can't because of how I'm acting.