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Chapter 3

He stood there starring at me. Seriously kid stop starring. I walked past his house and ignored his starring. I walked forever. I love taking long walks especially when I have a lot on my mind. It started getting late, and I started getting cold. I decided to walk back home. I walked past Nash's house and he was sitting on his front steps. "Why are you sitting on your front steps at midnight?" I asked him. "Why are you taking a walk at midnight?" He said mocking me. "I like taking walks." I said smiling. "Well I like sitting on my front steps." He said smirking. I smiled "your smile, its adorable." He said standing up walking towards me. "Ugh thanks I gotta go" I said running towards my house. "Ugh goodnight?" He yelled confused. "Night" I yelled back and ran inside. It was late so I figured everyone was asleep. I walked into my room and took a hot shower. I take long showers. Its where I think. I stayed in the shower for awhile thinking about the same thing. Am I depressed? I kept asking myself. I started crying again. What if I'm depressed. I can't let my family know. I never knew how much pain I was causing them. I need to hide it. I need to pretend I'm getting better, that I'm happy. I finally got out of the shower and got changed and threw my hair in a messy bun. I laid on my bed and scrolled through my phone for a little while. I'm turning into someone I'm not. I cried myself to sleep. I haven't done that in awhile.
NEXT MORNING
I woke up at around nine. I dragged myself into my bathroom and looked at myself. I look like shit. My eyes are still blood shot from last night. I look exhausted. Im not doing shit today. I walked downstairs and smelt pancakes. My dad always cooks breakfast. "Morning honey" he said kissing my cheek and handing me a plate of pancakes. I ate my pancakes and scrolled through my phone. When I was done I walked upstairs. I laid in my bed and grabbed my laptop. I watched Netflix for awhile. My dad called me downstairs. I threw my moccasins on and ran downstairs. I walked down and saw nash at the door. What the fuck?!?! I look horrid. "Dad why is he here?" I whispered yelled. "I don't know he came to the door and asked if you were home" he said. Surprisingly my dad is ok with boys coming to the door and asking for me? I looked in the mirror in the hallway and tried to fix my hair. Its no use I still look like shit. I walked to the door "uhm hi?" I said looking down so he doesn't see my face. "Hey. Are you doing anything today?" He asked. "Um no." I said awkwardly. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me and the guys?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck. I feel bad but I'm not hanging out with them. "Umm I would love to but i don't feel well." I said. Lying. "Oh uh ok? Are you ok?" He asked. "Uhm yeah I just think im getting a cold" I said "oh well um hope you feel better." He said smiling. "Thanks." I smiled and shut the door. "You should've went." My dad said. "My father is telling me to go hang out with 5 teenage boys?" I asked. He nodded and we both laughed. "Look I'm tired I didn't sleep well last night. I don't feel like hanging out with abunch of people I don't know" I said annoyed. "Ok ok." He said putting his hands in the air. I went back upstairs and laid in bed. I feel bad I rejected him he's a nice guy but I don't hang out with people. I laid there feeling guilty and thinking. I think way too muchm, maybe that's why I'm depressed. I said it. I just admitted to myself that I was depressed. What. I laid there. Not thinking,not watching Netflix,not listening to music. I just laid there in silence. I laid there quiet almost all night. I really am starting to feel sick though. I went in the bathroom to get some benedril. I took some and went to bed. I get to go home to my moms tomorrow. That means school, her being up my ass about being depressed, and no nash. No nash? Was I happy or upset about that. I'm happy right? I feel bad though. I feel guilty for rejecting him. Once I leave my dads I'll be fine. I won't feel guilty and I won't worry about having to see him for a few days. I fell asleep early. I really do feel like shit now. I woke up pretty late too. I felt even worst. I took more medicine and dragged myself down the stairs I almost fell because I was really dizzy. "You ok honey?" My dad asked running towards me. "I don't feel good." I whispered. "Come sit on the couch." He said helping me towards the couch. How did I get this sick this fast? "You're burning up baby" he said feeling my head. I coughed a lot. "Really because I'm freezing." I said shivering. He handed me a blanket and walked out of the room calling someone. After ten minutes he came back in. "You're gonna stay here tonight. I don't think you should go to school tomorrow and your moms working. So your gonna stay with me tomorrow during the day." He said sitting next to me.I nodded and before I knew it I was asleep. I woke up at around 2 "hey honey how do you feel" my dad asked feeling my head again. "Crappy." I mumbled. "Your still pretty warm." He said sounding concerned. "I think we should go get you checked out. " he said standing up. "No no hospitals." I basically cried. "I know you don't like hospitals but baby girl the flues going around and if you don't get it treated you'll get worst." He said pushing my hair back. I shook my head no. "Honey you'll be fine" he said. He ran upstairs and got my moccasins. He handed them to me. "What about caleb?" I mumbled. "Your mom already picked him up" he said running around the house trying to find his keys and wallet. "I really don't want to go." I said. "I know." He said. He helped me get up because I was extremely dizzy and light headed. We walked outside and of course nash was there. "Stassie are you ok" he asked sounding worried. I started coughing so my dad chimed in. "She's ok I think she has the flue. We are just going to get her checked out. To make sure." He said helping me into the car. "You really are sick...." Nash mumbled. "What did you think I was lying?" I said as loud as I could. He stood there quiet. I shook my head and rolled my eyes . "We gotta get going I'll let you know how she is later. " my dad said. I looked away from nash. My dad started driving. I really hate hospitals.