Chapter Twenty Three

Recap: Stef made the soccer team who are now training to play on Saturdays, she is friends with Jordan and Blake, Blake has a girlfriend (Belle), she made a new friend (Amber), she looks after Ethan's younger twin sisters and Christen is looking to move out and stay with a friend. Sorry for not updating :(

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After school on Thursday, I walked to the nearest hospital with the hope of finding a particular patient.

I walked into the reception, the line non-existent. I greeted the lady sitting behind the desk with stacks of files surrounding her.

"Hello, I'm looking for a patient with the last name of Grey," I said, readjusting the bouquet of flowers in my hand. "I'm not sure if she's at this hospital, but I was hoping you could help me if she is."

"Ethan Grey's mother? Yes, she's here," the woman said kindly. "Ethan is a friend of yours?"

"Something like that."

"He's a wonderful boy. Visits everyday."

I nodded along. "Yes, well, I was wondering if you could deliver these flowers to her for me."

"Of course, dear," the woman replied. "I'll get to it right away. I'm sure she will love them. Thank you."

I said goodbye to the woman and walked out of the hospital, feeling slightly better that I had done something good.

I then had the pleasure of bumping into a familiar face. The familiar face being Ethan Grey.

"Oh.. hi," I waved stupidly.

He raised an eyebrow. "What are you doing here?"

I was a crap liar, so I might as well tell him the truth. "See, uh, the thing is.."

"What?"

I sighed. "Your sisters told me about your mother. I just came to give her flowers," I said.

He froze. I couldn't read his expression, but it definitely contained anger. And shock. And hurt, a lot of hurt.

"They... told you?" he said lowly, his voice dangerously quiet.

"I know it's not my place and I shouldn't have butted in and it's none of my business and I'm sorry an-"

"Stop.. talking," he said, thoughts swirling around in his head for only him to see. "Goodbye."

He pushed past me, walking into the hospital without another glance or word. Good one Stef.

"I'm sorry!" I called, not knowing if Ethan had heard me or not. My shoulders slumped as I walked across the street and onto another path, heading home.

I kept walking, my legs slowly starting to ache and my eyelids starting to droop. I felt a sudden sense of tiredness and weakness, and I could barely stay conscious.

I made it home, barely. I opened the door and locked it behind me before I collapsed on the floor with the absolute need to sleep, my body refusing to do otherwise.

A/N: I feel the most horrible I have felt. I'm sorry.