Kitten

Chapter Eighteen

Brandy

I cried all night until I was throwing up. My head was pounding and I could barely move. Keeping my eyes on the clock, I eventually had to pick myself up and get ready for my date with Denim. As much as I wanted to reschedule again, I knew I couldn't.

"There's a slight change of plans," Denim says resting his hand on my thigh. "Instead of just us going on a date, how do you feel going on a double date?"

"Yeah, I don't mind," I say softly trying to keep myself throwing up all over his expensive car. I gulped, nodding my head. Even if I did have the energy, I still would have agreed. "Is it o-okay if I-I...put down the window?"

Denim frowns as the window on my rolls down. "What's wrong? You look a little pale." Coming to a red light, he turns my head to face by my jaw, gently. "What's going with you? You're burning up." Feeling my forehead, I turn away.

"I'm just a little nervous. I guess." I lied. I feel terrible and I look even worse.

Squeezing my hand, he holds it towards his chest. "You'll be fine." He says. "Jackson supposedly has a new girlfriend, which is unbelievable to me, and thought it would be nice for the four of us to have brunch."

I bit my lip. "Yeah. That does sound nice."

All I want is for this day to be over. It didn't help that Denim drives as if he's racing with someone. With the sudden stops and acceleration, I was crossing my fingers not to throw up all over the dashboard.

Driving around to the back of the restaurant, Denim gets out of the car first to open my side. Not realizing it, I stepped out of the car before he could. "You're at least going to let me open this door for you, right?" He teases placing his hand on my lower back, guiding me through the back entrance of the restaurant.

Beads of sweat formed on my forehead, which I quickly wiped away. As much as I was glad to finally sit again, barely being able to hold myself up, I sat across from Poppy. Her eyes widen, in shock, as I waved.

Leaving a small kiss on my cheek, Denim gets back up from his seat once his phone starts ringing. "It'll only take a second."

I just nod. "Alright."

He walks off around the answering the call.

"How are you?" I choked out. Staring blankly, she shrugs without saying a word. She sips her water and proceeds to scroll through her phone. "...I-I haven't seen you in a while-"

"Why are you speaking to me as if we're friends? You've already made pretty clear-" She stops. Laughing, shaking her head, Poppy looks me up and down. "You're sleeping with him. I knew it. That's the only reason he kept you as his assistant." She scoffs leaning back into her seat and crossing her arms.

I gasped. "I'm not sleeping with him."

Poppy raises an eyebrow "You really expect me to believe you?"

"You-you know me, Poppy. Since we're kids we've been best friends." I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know why you are upset with me and treating me horribly. I've tried to apologize-" I say to her.

What am I doing? Begging for our friendship to go back to normal when she has already made it very clear that we aren't friends anymore? My eyes filled with tears, and I sniffled just wiping them away.

I don't know how much longer I can do this. It hurts too much. It shouldn't have to hurt this much. I miss my friend and I would do anything to bring back our friendship.

Denim eventually got back to the table, I hoped that his presence would bring me some comfort, but it didn't...not this time. He's enjoying the moment laughing and poking fun at Jackson who returned the favour. Even Poppy was laughing. As for me, I kept quiet as usual.

He whispers. "Hey. You alright? You haven't eaten a thing." Denim puts his arm around me. "You can order something else." He kisses my cheek.

Shaking my head, I forced myself to take a bite. "No, no everything is fine." I took another bite.

Denim frowns. He can see it on my face that I'm lying. I smiled at him. Cupping my face, he brings our lips together. "Aw, how cute the happy couple," Jackson says cheerfully. Denim glares at Jackson who started to make kissy faces.

"Jackson you might be the most irritating human being-"

I quickly placed my hand on, Denims. I like him better when he's kind and gentle. A gentleman. "Thank you, Brandy. Denim can be a real ass sometimes."

Under her breath, Poppy mutters. "Sometimes?"

Rolling his eyes, he sits back putting his arm back around me, pulling me closer. "Don't listen to her. She doesn't mean it."

Oh but she does.

"So tell me, Brandy. What is it you see in this monster?" Jackson asks referring to Denim. "If I'm correct, you had him wrapped around your finger the minute he laid eyes on you."

I did?

I shrugged. "...he's nice and-and caring." I look over at Denim who smiles a little. "Handsome too."

"You're too kind."

Uprutly getting up from her seat, Poppy grabs her bag and storms away from the table. Jackson sighs before excusing himself to go after her. "Did-did I say something w-wrong?" I turn to Denim instantly. He shakes his head. "O-oh."

"Your friend has an attitude problem."

I wanted to go check on Poppy myself, but I knew it would only make everything worse. She may let her emotions get the best of her at times, but I know she'll be okay. Poppy has Jackson now and seems to be really enjoying herself with him.

"Brand you still haven't eaten a damn thing. What's the matter?" Denim cups my face then frowns. "You lied to me." My heart started racing and I can already feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead again. "You have a fever. I knew it. You're burning up like hell."

I tried pushing myself back. "Oh no! I'm fine." I don't feel any better. My head is pounding and the room seemed to be spinning around me. I gulped. "I may just need to-"

"-don't be stupid. Grab your things, I'm taking you home." Denim exclaims sternly. Getting up from the table, I stumbled a little losing my balance. Holding onto me, Denim keeps me upright. "You can't even fucking walk." I hear Denim mutter his breath.

"I'm sorry."

Helping me into the car, Denim pauses for a second. "I'm taking you back to my place. You can rest there." He insists.

"What? No. I-I can't impose like-like that! I'll be okay by myself" I refused. "I-I prom-promise."

"Damn it, Brandy you can barely hold yourself up. I'm not letting you spend the weekend sick in bed alone." Denim snaps aggressively shutting the passenger door shut.

I jumped, whimpering a little. "Please don't be upset with me," I whispered softly under my breath.