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Concussions and Confes– Confusions

JoJo's POV

The car screeches to a halt and I'm swinging the door open, and sprinting to the sidewalk to puke out my guts on the sidewalk.

I heave and hurl until my stomach is empty, my throat is scratchy and my eyes sting from the stench.

I groan, “I really don't feel so good.”

“You’re having a concussion, Dukes.”

A warm palm is pressed against my forehead and I moan at the feeling, “So warm.”

A plastic bottle and two pills are nudged into my hand.

His voice orders, “Drink.”

“So grumpy,” I mumble.

“Drink.” He urges again.

“What is this? Poison?”

He doesn't respond so I lift my head to see his face but the asshole's busy typing on his phone.

Well, fuck him.

I rinse my mouth off the vomit stench then swallow the pills with another gulp of water.

Feeling my stomach settle a bit, I stand up. I need to get home.

He's already waiting in the car, “Hurry up, Dukes you're burning daylight.”

I glare at him, I'm feeling a bit better doesn't mean I'm in the best condition to “hurr
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