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Chapter Eight - Food I Can Not Eat and Bandages

Chapter 8

My head hurts. I open my eyes and a glare from the sun blurs my vision.

I turn my head and I see familiar grey fabric seats. Mikey's car.

The car's driving at a normal speed, and the window's open. Extremely frosty wind blows into my face.

I try to say something but all that escapes my mouth is a weird cough.

The sun stops glaring and I can see normally now. I now see I am rested against the window by the right back-seat.

"She's awake," I hear Vic. She looks down and I try to turn to face her, but my head begins to hurt.

"Owww," I wince. I try shutting my eyes again but it hurts more. I decide to just keep my eyes open and blink as little as possible.

"Aimee, you okay?" I hear Mikey ask. I see his face in the rear-view window, looking worried.

"I am.." I say, a sharp pain, piercing my stomach.

Vic looks at me. "Don't worry, we're almost at your house," She braids my hair in her hands, then undoes it and ties it back into a loose bun.

I focus on her hair. It looks amazing.

The sun is shining again. Her head is blocking the window, but the rays contrast with her flaming red hair, lightening the outline of her head. It looks like she is wearing a halo.

"You're hair," I talk, sounding weak. "I'm jealous," I attempt a smile, a pain enters my head.

She smiles. "Thanks," she ties her hair back into a high ponytail "How are you feeling? You kinda hit your head. Hard."

I thought I got sick?

"What?" I ask. "When did I hit my head?"

"Oh, well, you got sick, then I had to clean you up," A disgusted look hits her face. "I love you and you know that, but I do not like cleaning up vomit,"

I hear Mikey's laugh in the driver's seat. "Tell her about Caine,"

She gives a strange laugh. "Then you just passed out. Anyway, you hit your head off the table. Then, the waiter, Cane, I think you remember him..?"

I nod. How could I forget what I told him?

Vic smiles. "Well, he came over and saw your head, which was covered in blood, and cleaned it up."

I raise my eyebrows.

Vic waves her hand. "Not the puke, the blood. And by the time he was over, there was no more vomit. In fact, he didn't even know you got sick,"

"Good," I smile weakly. "What happened next?"

Mikey stops the car at a set of red-lights. We're only a few minutes from my house now.

"Do you really want to know?" Vic smiles mysteriously.

The lights go green and the car drives again.

I nod earnestly. "Of course,"

Vic smiles. "I think I got you a date to the dance,"

Oh God.

"Who?" I ask, almost regretting it.

Mikey sighed. I could see him adjust his glasses. "I don't think you're going to like this Aimee," He says.

I look back at Vic.

She giggles with anticipation. "Well I asked Caine, and he told me he'd think about it.. !" She said as if it was Caine she was going to the dance with.