Will Castle be able to resist the school's playgirl whom he has to tutor?
Holly Versace never took anything serious in life. But when her grades go down and her position as the cheerleading captain is threatened, she needs to find a tutor to help h...
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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |
My gut wrenches for the fourth time as I drop my head into a bucket and throw up. When I bring my head back up, I'm immediately nauseous again and dizzy as fuck.
What the hell is happening to me?
"That's the fourth time." Mom comments, pulling my hair back.
I grunt in response, feeling worse as fuck that I might even burst into tears.
I lie back down on the living room couch, out of breath, groaning.
We already went to the doctor in the morning, and he said to take bed rest with a couple of medicines.
My stomach's starting to hurt a lot too and the feeling of just piercing my nails through my stomach and wrenching out the damn thing that's hurting a lot is intense.
Castle and dad stand behind mom, watching me. Dad with a worried frown and Castle with a tight jaw.
Castle came exactly at 8 as usual but there's no way in fuck I can complete studying for tomorrow's tests when I can barely even open my eyes.
Mom helps me drink a sip of water that does nothing to cool down my burning body.
"How...the fuck am I...shivering...yet I feel so...damn hot?" I pant.
"Language," Dad says.
Fuck language. I can't even gain full consciousness.
Mom purses her lips. A look of extreme worry comes on her face. She shares a look with dad. Whatever passes between their gazes instantly tells me that I'm not gonna like whatever's gonna come out of their mouths.
They both look at me, holding wary expressions.
"What?" I demand.
Mom hesitates. "You should skip school tomorrow."
My eyes widen. "Oh hell no—are you kidding me?" I almost yell.
"But you're not getting better, and your fever is rising. You can't even stop vomiting after every small bite—"
"I can't miss tomorrow's test!" I exclaim. "You know that. I can't miss it! I'll lose my position and I'll never accept that—"
"Calm down, Holly." Dad interrupts me gently. "Breathe."
It was then I realize I'm halfway sitting up from the couch, my breaths coming in short gasps.
I look at Castle. "Tell them. Tell them how I can't miss that test. You know I won't be able to live it down."
Castle stares at me, his mouth parting open. He opens his mouth but gets cut off.
"Holly," Mom places a hand on my arm, "Losing that position is not as important as your health. We'll write a letter to the school to postpone it—"
