Just Me #8
"May
I ask what you two are doing out, on the beach, after
curfew?"
You couldn't see much of him because of the rain and his umbrella,
but he was mad. There was something in his voice. Dylan replied to
him
"I just wanted to sing her the song I wrote for her. It was my
idea, I take the blame. Don't punish Maci, she just met me at the
beach. It was all my idea. "
"That's very conciderate of you Mr.Cooper. Alrighty then. You
two get back to your dorms, Dylan, I will let you off the hook this
time, but if it happens again, you will have on campus suspension.
Understood?"
"Yes Dean Wonn. Thank you."
As Dylan walked away, Dean Wonn approached me.
"Maci, he's a keeper."
I smiled and replied,"I know."
"By the way, I am sorry about what happened to Patrick. I hope
he gets better soon.'
"Thank you, Dean Wonn."
I got back to the room and Grace was asleep. I just climbed into
bed and fell asleep.
The next thing I know, the alarm was ringing. I woke up, went to go
brush my teeth and get dressed, and then touched my hair up with my
straightener. Next time I looked at the time it was already 8:00.
Time for breakfast at Blur. Grace, Devin and I walked to Blur
together. We all ate breakfast, Dylan and I went to classes, as we
did every other day. It was already Thursday, and the party
was tomorrow. At lunch, Claire told Grace and me that she would do
our hair for us after her classes. The rest of the day seemed to
fly by. After pottery I went back to the room and started my
homework . Around 3 : 30 Lina came to my room and waited with me
for Claire to come pick us up to go see Patrick. When we got to the
hospital, at first the doctor wouldn't let us in to see him. He
said that he was in critical condition. Claire nearly broke down
right there. When Bruce came out of the room, his eyes were red and
he told the doctor we were with him. When we entered the room, the
only thing I payed attention to was the beeping sound. It was
getting slower and slower. The nurse rushed all of us out and
slammed the door. A few minutes later, the doctor went into the
room. Claire and Bruce were breaking down in the waiting room. Lina
and I were trying to comfort them, and Mom was trying to find out
what was going on. About a half hour later, the doctor came
out of Patricks room. He said that Patrick was still alive, but he
was now in a coma. Claire burst into tears, so did Bruce. My mom
was holding back tears, Lina and I were doing the same. We all had
to get out of there, so we went to dinner. Dinner was akwardly
quiet, just like the hospital room was the day before. After
dinner, we made our way back to campus. I just could not focus on
anything. I didn't do the rest of my homework. I had to turn off my
phone because some how EVERYBODY on campus found out that Patrick
was in a coma. I just took a shower and went to sleep early. The
next day, the day of the party. I didn't feel like doing my hair. I
woke up at 7:30. I didn't feel like putting skinny jeans and makeup
and deal with my hair, so I put on a Juicy Couture tracksuit, threw
my hair up in a bun, put my white Nike's on, and left the room. I
didn't talk much that day. Claire didn't do our hair for the party.
We all still went though. I left my hair curly and put it in a
up-do, put on eyeliner and my strappy heels, lastly I put on my
dress and grabbed my clutch with phone and eyeliner in it. I left
for the party. It was a good thing to take my mind off of Patrick
and I was having fun. Until I got a call from
Bruce.