Chapter 2 Crush

• Gael's (POV)
• I can't believe I woke up late today. This is one of the reasons I tried not to think of the past, the fact that I was going to end up waking late after crying my eyes out. But then, I woke up late again.
• Standing by the bus station waiting for the bus going to Stanford Hill was another pain in the ass. The driver hardly arrives early.
• I peered at the time through my wristwatch, and it was 7:30 am. How was I supposed to get to the office by 8: AM considering the fact that the second bus hadn't arrived?
• I had missed the chance of 6:00am. The second bus ought to have arrived. Since 7, but now it's past 7 and counting. I tapped my foot on the floor anxiously, while staring at my wrist from time to time.
• “Mr. Roger is going to hang my head on a spike for sure.” I muttered to myself while waiting. I was supposed to hand in some project work but, from the look of things, I wouldn't be able to do so now. Shit! I shouldn't have let myself wallow in my pain.
• Just then, I spotted a taxi in the opposite direction of where I was standing. I didn't have to be told twice that it was heading to Stanford Hills.
• This was an opportunity I cannot afford to miss for the world. I glanced at both sides, and when I noticed the road was safe to cross, I quickly made to cross. But just as I was in the middle of crossing, I suddenly heard the horn of a car. And just as I was about to turn to my left where the horn echoed from, I was suddenly hit by a car, a Rolls-Royce to be precise.
• I saw myself being lifted above the ground. I tried to look at the face of my murderer, but he was in dark shades with lips parted, probably in shock that he almost got me killed. I heard screams, but before I could look around, I saw myself descending at high speed. I hit my head and spine hard on the car's bonnet, and I instantly blacked out.
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• I opened my eyes faintly only to be met by a pair of gray eyes. That was all I could make of the person because I slowly drifted off into darkness afterward.
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• The sound of water dripping woke me up from my unconscious state. I gradually opened my eyes, and my nose twitched instantly, causing me to sneeze terribly. I opened my eyes wide only to find myself in a bed, close to an unfamiliar transparent glass window.
• I peered down at myself, only to discover that I was actually lying on a bed. Furthermore, I tried to move, but my whole body felt numb. I could feel something on my nose through which I breathed, and a bandage wrapped around my left leg. I took my gaze up, though I couldn't see my head, but I could feel that my head was probably wrapped up as well.
• Just then, I had a recollection of what happened before I blacked out. I remembered I was late for work and was going to take the bus, but then, I was unable to take the bus because it never came. And then, I saw a taxi across the road from where I stood.
• I tried to cross the road. Just at that very moment, I felt a sharp pain in my head that suddenly made me feel dizzy.
• “Arrgh!” I screamed in pain.
• Suddenly, I noticed something moving from within the curtains. I quickly took my gaze fully at the curtain, only to find someone walking out of the curtain area.
• I almost choked myself to death when I saw who it was.
• I blinked spontaneously. I just couldn't believe who I was seeing.
• He stared at me with an expression that I could hardly read.
• What a fine man he is, the pictures didn't do justice to how handsome he was. I could barely take my gaze off him. Those gray eyes…now that I think about it, I saw them once before I fell into an unconscious state. Could all this be a dream? Could it be that I was dreaming about him again?
• I tried to move my hands, I wanted to touch him, just to be certain I wasn't dreaming about him again.
• “How are you feeling?” He asked. His voice is so deep and melodious to my ears. Fuck! Now I can finally say I'm daydreaming again. There's no way he's asking me these questions for real. Turstin is a celebrity way out of my league. There's no way he would be right here by my side.
• “Gael, stop doing this to yourself. Get a life, will you?”
• “Do you feel pain anywhere?” The second question suddenly made me go wide in shock. He was still there peering down at me with the same expression on his face.
• What? Did he just ask me about my health? Is he truly for real?
• “A…are you actually talking to me?” I asked with wide eyes. My voice sounded coarse. I found a hard time recognizing my voice.
• “I'm sorry for what happened to you, and I want to assure you that you're okay now.”
• Huh? What was he talking about? Why was he apologizing to me? I strained my head and recalled the scene where I was hit. I didn't see the face of the culprit because he was in dark shades. How on earth did Turstin know about the incident?
• “Were you the one who brought me here?” I asked in a low tone. I didn't like how my voice sounded, so I decided to speak rather slowly.
• “Yes, matter of fact, I was the one who hit you.”
• “What?!” I said, almost in a scream. I went wide in utter shock. He also seemed to be surprised at my outburst.
• “Why? You didn't pay attention to the crossing and got hit. I must say you are reckless for a human.”
• I couldn't believe my ears. Did he just say that to me?
• “Excuse me, what do you mean I wasn't paying attention? You were the one who hit me, remember?”
• “I did, and that was because you ran into my car suddenly. You didn't pay attention to the signs of crossing, did you?”
• I opened my mouth to argue, but I couldn't find the words to speak. I just stared at him as he took the trophy, when I was clearly the one hospitalized. So much for having a crush on a celebrity.