No Hard Feelings

Chapter Two

No Hard Feelings

Chapter Two

I haven't had an asthma attack for as long as I could remember, but I still carried my inhaler just in case. I remember that I had thrown it into my backpack this morning, except I had stopped by my locker to put away my things before I walked into the cafeteria. Oh, lucky me.

I painfully crouched down onto the tiled bathroom floor, holding onto my sides. I felt like I was drowning, the air getting sucked out of my lungs in mere seconds. I opened and closed my mouth, repeatedly trying to get some air into my shuddering body, but no relief came.

My sides burned like fire, the pain unbearable. I wanted to scream in agony, but I couldn't make a sound. My vision got blurry, the pain getting worse every second.

I was going to die just because I left my backpack in my locker.

A  warm tear slid down my cheek, as my body began to slowly stop fighting. My body wasn't giving up, it was simply giving in.

I was going to die just because today I decided that I would slap Blake Parker. The one day I actually decide to put my backpack away before breakfast, I do the craziest thing ever and I'm going to die for it. I'm going to die because of Blake Parker.

Yay.

Slowly, the pain subsided as my body slowly became limp. My head spun as everything in my vision turned pitch black.

I was dead.

***

I awoke to an annoying rhythmic sound. I grunted at the loud noise and squashed a pillow over my aching head, trying to shut it out. 

I sighed, grateful that the irritating noise was mildly reduced, and contentedly laid back into the fluffiness of the soft pillows. However, my moment of relaxation ceased as the pillow was ripped out of my grip.

"Avery!" I heard an overexcited voice squeal.

I groaned, clutching at my buzzing head. "Just five more minutes," I squeezed my eyes shut.

"Avery, thank God you're okay," the same voice exclaimed. It definitely belonged to a woman.

I frowned, slowly opening my eyes and sitting upright.  I was in one of those hospital bedrooms, the ones that look super gloomy. The only thing brightening up the place was some colorful flowers laying on a table beside me.

My head pounded as I turned to look at my mom, who was sitting right across from me.

Her beautiful curly brown hair fell down to her shoulders and her sharp green eyes stared at my face, checking for my reactions. She looked perfect, as always.

I gulped, looking around the room, before turning back to face her. 

"Mom," I said, slowly. She nodded, signaling for me to go on. "I hate hospitals."

She looked at me, carefully, before she burst out laughing. The only flaw my mother has is her laugh. So, when a nurse rushed in to check if  I was choking, I had to bite my lip to stop from laughing along.

 "How are you feeling?" mom asked, piercing me with her intense gaze. 

"Better," I said, managing a smiling in her direction. "I just have a headache."

"What happened? You haven't had an asthma attack for years."

My mind wandered back to the horrible, yet satisfying scene in the cafeteria. I shrugged at my mom. She glanced at the heart monitor next to me, which had sped up considerably, then turned back to me as she raised an eyebrow.

I blushed and looked away. I suck at lying.

Thankfully, before my mom began to press the uncomfortable subject, the nurse walked in.

"You have another visitor," she informed, before turning around to leave.

A smile played across my lips as Dakota walked into the room and sat on the chair next to mom. Her silky blond hair was a mess, as if she had been stressing out all day.

 "The craziest thing happened today,"  she said, leaning forward. "So you know how after you-"

I shushed her, and worriedly glanced over at my mom who was watching us with interest sparked in her emerald eyes. My mom caught the gesture and put her hands up.

"Fine, I'll go," she sighed and got up, slowly walking to the door. "I'm watching you two," she warned as she left.

I rolled my eyes and turned to face Dakota, who was sitting upright. "So, what happened?"

"You first," she said, her pale blue eyes filled with excitement. "What happened between you and Blake?"

My heartbeat picked up, but I thankfully managed to get it under control before she noticed. "What do you mean? You saw everything in the cafe -"

"Cut the crap," she interrupted. "I mean what happened when he ran after you?" 

This time I couldn't control the beating of my heart. Luckily, Dakota was far too interested in me to pay any attention to the rapidly beeping machine.

"I - um - I," I stuttered. I couldn't think of any words. He ran after me? That must mean he had seen me choking. I shuddered in embarrassment at the thought of him seeing me in such a helpless state.

Hold on, was he  the one who helped me?

"Wait, who found me in the bathroom?" I asked, my mind racing with a million questions and thoughts. Did I see him? 

"You're kidding, right?" she said, giving me a look of annoyance.

"What're you talking about? Dakota, just answer the question. I'm so confused," I replied, trying to calm myself down.

She sighed. "You weren't even in the bathroom. I don't know how you did it, but you managed to get to the nurse's office." 

My breathing quickened and my heart rate spiked up again. This time Dakota noticed. She looked between me and the monitor, putting everything together. I gulped and nervously looked away.

Uh oh.

"Was Blake the one who brought you to the nurses office?!" Her eyes widened. "Oh my God, do you like him?"

"No, that's disgusting," I said, repulsed at the mere thought of Blake with me. 

She smirked, her blue eyes eyeing me mischievously. "Then why is your heart rate picking up?" 

I blushed. "I don't know, Dakota. I'm just confused. Why would he save me after I slapped him?" 

"So you do think he saved you?" she said, her face filled with excitement. 

"It probably wasn't even him," I repeated, trying to make myself actually believe what I was saying. Blake's a jerk, why would he save me? 

"Well, why wouldn't - " She was interrupted by another nurse walking in with a bouquet of flowers in her hands. 

"A boy came in and insisted that I give these to you, right away," she explained when she saw me staring at the beautiful flowers. "Here, there's a card for you."

Before I could take the card from her, Dakota gleefully snatched it out of her hand and immediately began reading it. The nurse gave her a weird look, gave me the flowers, then turned on her heel and left. 

I glanced at Dakota, afraid of what it might say, but still curious. 

"Well?" I asked, after she was done. She thrust the card at me, and I slowly opened it, as if it might explode.

You're welcome. -B it read. I looked up from the card, my mind racing with more questions. 

"Yeah, I think now we're sure," Dakota said simply, before leaning back onto her chair and crossing her arms. "He totally saved you."

Authors Note:

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