Make Me Better

Lindsey and I drove for a couple hours before stopping at a shopping center, we went bowling, we went mini golfing, we went to the movies, we ate loads of junk food. All in all it was a good time and it really did take my mind off of things.
The next morning, I went back to the hospital, I was a bit nervous to see my mom but when my dad called he had said that she was doing much better. I walked into her room, smiling a little. She was sitting up in her bed, watching tv with a blank expression. When she saw me, she smiled softly.

"Hi, mom." I went over to her bed, wondering if it was ok if I hugged her. She smiled brighter, "Hi, Olive." She patted my hand, looking away from me. I could tell that she was sad and it started to worry me. I wanted to ask about the baby but I didn't want to upset her even more. So, I asked my dad when we went down to the lobby to get some snacks.

"Sofia hasn't made much progress."

"Sofia?" I asked, "You guys named her already?" He smiled, and nodded. I wanted to ask more but before I could utter another word, my dad asked if I wanted to see her. I had really wanted to say no because I was pretty sure that it would only make me sad. But, my dad lead the way to the ICU. I followed close behind, staring at the ground. A nurse gave us an ok to go into the room. I could hear the faint beep of the heart monitor. I looked into the incubator to see a small baby. She was so skinny and oh so small. My eyes started to water when I saw that she was connected to so many things.

"Why are you crying, kid?" My dad rubbed my back. I shrugged, "What if she isn't yours'?" I didn't mean to sound so blunt but I couldn't find any better way to say it.
My dad shrugged a shoulder, "We'll worry about it later, okay?" I slowly put my hand in through the tiny hole, touching her small warm hand.
After a couple more moments with Sofia, my dad told me I should probably head home. I thought it would be best,too. I had school the next day and being at the hospital only put me in a depressed mood.

I was dreading going to school, only because I knew people would be talking about Frank and Jenna. I also didn't want to go because that meant I had to SEE Jenna and Frank. I wanted to punch Jenna and I wanted nothing to do with Frank. I knew it was going to be miserable.
I ignored most questioning looks as I walked to my locker. I was sort of expecting Jenna to pop out of nowhere and embarrass me in front of everyone. People actually felt pity for me, and it was quite annoying.

"I heard Frank slept with Jenna. What a douche." I could only nod because well, he was a douche. When came around to lunch, I had considered faking illness and leaving early. Where was I going to sit. Mikey didn't even come to school today, so it wasn't as if I could sit with him. I walked away from the cafeteria and towards the restroom.

"Gonna hide in the bathroom, Olive?" Speak of the devil herself, there she was a victorious smile planted on her pretty face.

"What the hell does it matter to you?" I mumbled. It was seriously taking all my willpower to stay under control, I balled one of my fists, as I walked away from her.

"I say its karma, you know?" I could hear her following me, "For you stealing Frank from me."

"It isn't karma, " I turned sharply to look at her, "it's you being a bitch."

She laughed, "Well karma is a bitch." Yup, that did it. I sprung forward, extending my arm, my fist collided with her face. She stumbled backwards until she fell.

"Leave me alone, Jenna. Don't look at me, don't talk to me. Stay the hell away from me, ok?" I asked loudly, she was looking up at me with shock written all over her face, she was lucky my fist hurt and that I didn't feel like punching her stupid face in.

I walked out the front doors, not caring if any of the staff members saw me. "Olive, wait." I kept walking, ignoring Frank completely. I cursed under my breath when I realized that I couldn't get away, I had to wait for the damn bus.

"Go away." I said.

"Olive, will you slow down." It wasn't long before he caught up to me, I had hot angry tears streaming down my face and I didn't want him to see me, so I walked a bit faster. Hoping to get away.

"Why are you crying?" He asked as he looked over at me, grabbing a hold of my wrist. I tore my wrist away from his grasp, glaring up at him,

"Why don't you go ask Jenna?" I snapped. He stayed silent for a moment, "Were you the one who hit her?"

"No shit." I looked out onto the street, praying that a bus would zoom over and save me from this stupid conversation.

"She's bleeding pretty bad, I think you might have broke her nose." I mentally gave myself a pat on the back.

"Good."

"Can we talk?"

"No." I stated boldly, "I do not want to talk to you, I thought I made it clear the other day. I have other shit to deal with, Frank. I need time to myself and I won't ever want to talk to you if you keep bothering me."

"I just... You know that I didn't fucking do it intentionally. "

"Well, maybe you should stop drinking." I retorted fiercely.

"I will," He mumbled, "I'd do anything to-" I shook my head, "Don't Frank. I told you, I really just need some time."

"I don't want to spend time apart." His voice got louder, making me jump a little. I scoffed, "Who are you to say that you don't want time apart?" I rolled my eyes, "You were the one who fucked Jenna!"

"I was dr-"

"I know! You were drunk. I don't need to hear it again." I snapped, glaring at him. I looked away from him, seeing the bus coming, "Just leave me alone, Frank." I said to him as I got onto the bus.