Little Angel

Chapter 1-Oh no Monday, March 31, 2013

I kneeled in front of the toilet in my school's restroom as I release all the content from my stomach. Oh, how much I freakin' hate this. This is literally hell for me.

Ugh, disgusting.

I cringed in disgust as I flushed the toilet and left the stall to wash my dirty hands.

That's like the second time I threw up today, if not the hundredth time this week! And I rarely get sick. I don't what's going on. I'm not sure if it could be the stomach bug or food poisoning or something like that. This is definitely not normal. Or healthy. I grip the sink as I wait in the bathroom to slow down my heart rate. When I felt strong enough to hold myself together, I looked at the reflection in the long, silver mirror of a sixteen year old with long brown hair and dark brown eyes, wondering what could have lead me to here.

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It was Sunday, March 16, 2014; the night of the Spring dance. My boyfriend of sixteen years, Derek Parker, has just gotten back from his week-long family trip in New York. He only made it to last fifteen minutes of the dance before we got inside his black, 2000, Nissan Maxima and left to Somewhere only we know.

Once Derek stopped the car on the cement parking lot of the grassy hill in the park, we turned off the engine and talked as we watched the stars twinkle through his rooftop. That was when I turned to my left to stare at the handsome guy with reddish-brownish hair, cut to resemble The Beatles' swooped to the side bowl cut in the 1960s. I didn't know what came over me that night to turn his head so that he can look at me. But I liked that it instantly captivated his attention.

I stared into his deep brown eyes and said, "Stop talking and kiss me."

He didn't say anything and took my lips with his. We were in makeout session instantly and we didn't have the willpower to stop as we moved to the backseat and take off our clothes. Derek only paused once to grant him permission to enter my body, only to resume kissing me when I gave him a nod.

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Things has been weird between Derek and I since our encounter. Granted, we still see each other often and we still talk, but there's an awkward wave of tension when we're near each other. Especially since we're avoiding to speak about the touchy subject, though I know that we'd have to have to in order to break the ice. Thinking about that night leads me wonder if it's where the sickness is traced from. No. No way. I mean there's so many other possibilities that could make me this sick, such as that coffee that I drank from McDonalds a week ago. Just not that night.

I checked at myself in the mirror for the last time, before I exited out in the bathroom. I wasn't looking where I was going until I bumped into a hard chest. I yelped and gazed up to see it was Derek waiting by outside the outdoors' bathrooms.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I apologized for bumping into him.

"Whatever, it doesn't matter." Derek said, brushing it off, "Are you okay?"

I mean I was just coughing up food, but, "Yeah, I'm fine. No big deal. There's nothing for you to worry about."