Misadventures of a Rookie (Misadventures #11)(16)

Not good.





Chapter Ten





Gus





I hadn’t been in the ER for anyone but myself, so it was kind of cool to be the one beside the gurney. I looked over at the patient, whose face was beet red with a scowl furrowing her brow, and smiled. “So this is fun.”

She glared over at me. Her hair was a mess, and she had marks on her neck from where I had sucked her too hard. Her bum ankle, which I was a hundred percent sure was sprained, was up on pillows, and she looked mighty cute in her little hospital gown. But even being adorable and hot, she was pissed. Apparently she was missing school, and that was not okay. Throwing her hands up, she yelled, “How in the world is waiting two hours for someone to come get me for an X-ray fun? I told you not to come.”

“You did. I came anyway.” I thought after having her in my mouth she would be less hostile.

I was wrong.

“I don’t even know why. What do you think? You’ll get some ass for bringing me here? I don’t care that you carried me and asked a billion times if I was okay! It doesn’t mean anything! Also, it doesn’t matter that you didn’t finish, because you aren’t getting any. Ever again.”

Wrinkling my nose, I shook my head. “I never once mentioned anything about finishing. I’m mostly worried about your ankle.”

She paused and then pressed her lips together. “That you probably broke,” she snapped.

I shrugged. “I mean, I knew I was good with my mouth, but I don’t take pride in breaking ankles during the act.”

She looked away, and I could almost see steam coming out of her ears.

“I would never intentionally hurt you.”

“I don’t care.”

“Okay,” I said simply, leaning back in my chair. Her lips were in a little pout and her eyes full of fire as she looked down at her ankle, almost cursing it. “So you’re missing school?”

She exhaled hard, the frustration all over her face. “Yes.”

“What are you going to school for?”

She looked over at me, and if looks could kill… “Why does it matter?”

“Just making conversation. We’ve been sitting for a while in silence or with you yelling at someone, so I thought we’d kill some time.”

She exhaled hard, looking away as she crossed her arms. “Physical therapy.”

I nodded. “Cool. Do you like it?”

She shrugged. “It’s fine.”

“But?”

She was annoyed, I could see that. But I wanted to know.

“It’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be a doctor.”

I nodded, impressed. “Why didn’t you do that instead?”

“I lost my scholarship,” she said softly. “There was no way I could go into that kind of debt, and my parents couldn’t afford it. Not everyone has the silver spoon from Mommy and Daddy.”

Her eyes cut to me, and I shrugged. “Isn’t my fault my parents have money.”

“And you have no problems reaping the benefits either.”

I looked away. “Who says I do?” When I looked over at her, our gazes locked. “I haven’t used a lick of my parents’ money since I signed my contract with the Tornadoes. Yeah, that’s only been a little over six months, but I haven’t.”

She looked away, inhaling hard before letting it out slowly through her nose. I watched as she uncrossed her arms and twisted her fingers together. She seemed uncomfortable, and I sorta liked that look on her. Swallowing hard, she looked back at me, but just as her lips began to move, the curtain opened.

“Hey! I’m Angie! Here to take you for your X-ray!”

I looked away from her as Bo nodded. “Great.”

“Okay, can you walk?”

Bo shook her head. “Not really.”

“Oh,” Angie said.

I reached to help Bo stand, but before I could touch her, she held a hand up. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to pick you up and put you in the wheelchair Angie forgot.”

Angie then disappeared.

Bo looked up at me. “Why?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want you to hurt yourself even more trying to get in the chair, and Angie can’t lift you.”

Without her permission, I lifted her with ease. For a thick chick, she was light to me, and I liked that. Instantly, my mind traveled back to the rink, to when I carried her in that room and took what I wanted.

Well, that is until she snapped her ankle.

Which sucked.

She wrapped her hands around my neck, and I smiled at her.

“This means nothing,” she said. Her words were sharp, but there was something in her tone that let me know she remembered what we’d just shared at the rink.

“Of course not,” I answered as I slowly put her down in the chair that Angie brought.

“Your boyfriend—”

“He is not my boyfriend,” Bo corrected.

“Friend—”

“Nope. Acquaintance,” she said.

I grinned. “Hey, at least I’m something.”

She did not like that, and poor Angie looked confused as she rolled Bo away. She sure was cute, which was probably why I took her abuse. Though, once I got her to let go of all her hostility, I thought we’d get along really well. I sat down in my seat with a smile as I pulled my phone out, scrolling through Facebook. When a message came through from Max, my brow rose.