Fun Times at Marion High

Chapter Fifteen

"Ugh, I have a cold," I groaned.

I was talking to Jeremy on the phone to tell him I wouldn't be able to go to school this week. I caught a cold and I felt like absolutely shit.

I rolled around my bed trying to get comfortable but I couldn't.

"It's so uncomfortable," I whined into the phone.

Jeremy sighed,"I'll be there in a minute. Bye."

He hung up before I could protest. I sighed and dropped my phone on my bed. I snuggled further into my pillow and closed my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

After a minute or two I decided that I couldn't fall asleep and got out of bed. I lazily walked downstairs and looked through my stacks of horror movies. I decided to watch The House of Wax because Jared Padalecki makes me happy and I liked watching Paris Hilton get killed.

I stuck the DVD in and pressed play. I quickly made popcorn and grabbed my sweet tea from the fridge. I placed my drink and snack on the table in front of the couch and sat down. I waited for the previews to finish up but there was a knock at the door.

I lazily got up and walked to the door, opening it.

​I groaned, "Jeremy, you are suppose to go to school."

"I can't go to school knowing that you're sick," he said. I blushed and gave in. Jeremy walked in and I closed the door behind me. I walked back to my couch and sat down, Jeremy following.

"Watcha watching?" he asked, curiously.

"House of Wax," I stated, smiling.

"I love that movie," Jeremy clapped. I giggled and scooter closer to Jeremy. He put his arm around me and we watched the movie. I laughed when Paris's character died and cried when Jared died.

Once the movie was over, Jeremy decided to make me soup. So I took this as an opportunity to take a shower. I walked upstairs and to my room to get some clothes. I walked to the bathroom and closed the door.

I turned the water on and stripped my clothes off. I tied my hair up and got in, washing my body. Once I finished I turned the shower off and got out, drying myself off. I put on lotion and deodorant then slipped on my clothes. I brushed my hair out and then put it up.

I walled downstairs afterwards and into the kitchen where Jeremy was putting my soup into a bowl. I sat at my island and Jeremy slid the soup to me.

I smiled, "Thank you Jer Bear."

"Jer Bear?"

"What it's a cute nickname," I protested. He rolled his eyes at me and poured me juice.

"You're cute," he said, pushing the glass to me.

"Nice comeback genius," I smirked as I brought my spoon full of soup to my mouth.

"Shut up and eat your food," he said, sticking out his tongue.