Highschool Love Story

Chap 23: Sick

Princewill

Fuck

I didn't feel so good this morning. I rolled on my stomach to look at my alarm clock and my eyes widened

The fuck?! 11:54

I quickly sat up on my bed, but that turned out to be a bad idea. It felt like my head was being hit by a jack hammer and my room spun around me. I laid back down on my bed

I've already missed today's lessons and dad is going to kill me if he finds me at home during school hours

Suddenly I felt bile rising in my throat and I quickly rushed to my bathroom and threw up everything I ate last night. After washing my mouth, I went back to my room and collapsed on my bed

"Kachie!" I called with the little energy I had

There's no way she can even hear me in this big house

I got up from my bed and headed down to the kitchen, all the maids had done their normal duties in making the house sparkling clean, so I was left with no one but myself

I really have to start doing things myself now. I sighed

I dragged my feet to the kitchen counter, pulled one of the stool and sat on it, I laid my head on the table. Gosh I felt so tired and weak, and my headache wasn't helping at all.

I heard the clicking of heels on the marble floor, obviously belonging to my mom and then the vibration of a phone

"Hello doctor John"

I'm not supposed to listen to their conversation but I couldn't stop my ears from listening

"Good afternoon to you too...........what good news?" There was a sudden long silence

"O-oh my God! Doctor are you s-serious? P-please don't lie to me, he's finally awake?" Her voice sounded hoarse and cracked

Is she crying?

"He's finally woken up, oh thank God. I'm so happy.........yes yes, I'll take the first flight this evening, how is he doing........oh thank you so much doctor......I'll be on my way now, bye"

Who is this 'he' ?

"Oh Princewill I didn't see you there" she sounded startled. I lifted my head a bit to look at her, she sure did look dressed up,  a black fitted knee length skirt that hugged her hips paired with a white-black striped blouse, black heels and then paired with her gucci handbag, same color as her blouse, silver loop earrings dangling from her ears, glistening against her fair skin, her makeup, nude and sharp, sometimes giving her that intimidating look.

"Are you feelings well?" She approched me, placing the back of her hand on my neck and leaning on me to press her cheek to my forehead

"You're burning up, and you smell like vomit, so I'm guessing it hasn't been long you threw up?" I nodded my head

For the first time since I can remember, my mom's usual expressionless mask wore off, her face etched up in worry as she moved around the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets

She came back to the counter, dropping a few tablets and a bottle water in front of me. I scrunch up my nose in distaste

I hate medicines

"Don't give me that look, how else are you going to feel better?" She says taking out a small bowl from the plate rack and a box of cereal. She mixed the cereal with a some milk, sugar and hot water before placing it in front of me.