"Can you walk?" He asked me, and I shook my head like a child and replied. "No."

He groaned and lifted me up in his arms, piggybacking me as he began carrying me out of the gym, drawing everyone's attention to us.

"That bitch is crazy." I heard someone say.

Jake took me home in my car and carried me out of the car, still carrying me in a piggyback ride toward the door of my mansion. "You are sleeping here tonight, right?" I asked him.

"Yea." He replied flatly. Our eyes landed on the door that was slightly open; maybe it was my security guard. He carried me into...