He Told Me...

I'm Pretty

It was a normal day.

School was school. Long, tiring school.

Normal, normal, normal day. Boring day.

I walk to the lunch room, barely staying awake.

I grab my lunch and sit down at an empty table in the corner of the room. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep after I finish my lunch.

I take a few bites of my sandwich, deep in thought. I was feeling better today. I felt like I looked better too. I felt a little more confident today. It was strange. Even though I was tired, I felt okay. Better than I had felt in months.

A pair of arms hugs me from behind and I feel a kiss on the top of my head. I'm surprised and confused by this. Who was this? What was going on? Did I do something?

"You look very pretty today." A voice behind me says. I know this voice.

A blush heats up my face.

"Thanks..." I mutter.

If it were anyone else I would punch them for kissing the top of my head, but for some reason, I don't mind it. I knew that voice. We were close friends.

The arms let go and the owner of the voice sits beside me.

I look over at him.

"You also look nice today." I compliment.

"Thanks." He laughs.

He, of course, is Jax.

Soon my other friends come and sit with us.

After I finish eating, I stand and walk to my room.

"Pretty. He called me pretty." I whisper to myself, sitting on my bed.

Why do I care so much?

Why can't I stop thinking about him?

Is something wrong with me?

I feel my heart beat faster as I think of him. My face turns red and I fall backwards, laying down with my head on my pillow, staring at the ceiling.

I don't like this feeling. I really, really, really don't.

I take a few deep breaths, hoping that will make the feeling go away. It doesn't work. Now I can hear his voice, telling me to breathe after I had a nightmare about the battle against Stiltskin.

I let out an aggravated sigh.

What is going on? How is he doing this? Is he using magic or something? No. He wouldn't do that. Maybe someone else is. Maybe this is all a prank and I'll wake up in the morning tomorrow feeling completely normal.

I don't come out of my room for the rest of the day. When asked about it, I say I feel sick. It's not a lie either. I don't know what this is called, and I've never felt it before, but if I had to say what it felt closest to, I'd say if feels like a sickness.

Right?