Settle down

Chapter 20

When I woke up this morning my throat was burning like crazy and my head is pounding. No, no, no, no. I really don't want to get sick. I hate being sick, absolutely hate it. I have to lay in bed and rest, and that makes me stressed.

Oh no. I have to get better for tomorrow, because my "no missing school" policy can not be broken because of a sore throat.

What did this even come from, I've been perfectly well and no one in my family is sick. I bet that disgusting man from yesterday gave me this. Uck.

This day is going to suck big time.

I walk down to the kitchen looking like a zombie. My hair is messy and tangled, my face is red and swollen and I'm wearing my comfiest (and ugliest) clothes.

"Oh my! Lola, you look terrible!" My dad yells as I meet him in the kitchen.

"Wow, thanks. I actually feel pretty awesome if I'm gonna be honest." Note the sarcasm.

"Sorry hun. You're beautiful, but how are you feeling?" He asks

"Well. I have been better. My throat hurts and my head is about to explode." I cover my face with my hands and massage my temples.

"Go back to bed and get some rest sweetie. I'll bring some tea to you in a minute."

"Thanks dad." I walk up the stairs again and crash onto my bed. I make some weird noises that remind me of strange animals as I curl up into a ball under my blanket.

Moments later my dad enters the room but I barely notice, my eyes are heavy, my head is pounding and gravity is awfully strong today so I lay in bed unable to move.

.......

When I wake up I still feel like crap. Not as bad as before, but still crap. It's light outside. What time is it? What day is it?

I look at my watch and when I realize the time, I'm out of bed like shot. 08.43. Monday morning! Shit.

How long have I been asleep? I can't remember anything. Well, I don't have time to think right now.

I rush to the kitchen and grab a banana and eat it as I'm throwing on some clothes that were lying on the floor. I don't have time for makeup or fixing my hair so I'm gonna look like an absolute hobo.

I quickly brush my teeth and I'm out the door. I'm gonna miss biology, but I might be in time for french. Maybe. Hopefully.

Okay. The universe is not on my side today. There is NEVER any traffic from my house to school, but today everyone is this state decided to drive here. I'm gonna be late for french!

When I finally make it to school I run through the halls to my locker. I crab my things and continue running towards the french class room. It's 9.10 now. 10 minutes late is not too bad.

I open the door to the class room and I regret it so much when everyones eyes dart to me. Oh god.

"How nice of you to join us ms.Gilbert." Mr. Messina says ironically.

"Sorry I'm late Mr. Messina." I say silently.

"Take a seat." He finishes our conversation. I look over the class room to find an empty seat, and just because this is not my day, there is only one free seat. Guess where. In the front next to Harry. Of course.

I feel his eyes on me as I walk towards the seat. I sit down and try to ignore him. He makes that very hard.

"Gosh Lola. You look horrible." He says with a disgusted voice. Great. Just what I needed to hear.

"Thank you" I say. My voice gives it away that I'm sick. I sound like an 80 year old smoker. I don't reply with a sassy comment because I have literally no energy and if I want to make it through the day I can't waste energy on him.

His eyes are on me constantly and a part of me want to scream at him for not letting me be. After a few moments he speaks again.

"You shouldn't be here. You should go home and get well." He says with a soft voice. I look at him and his eyes are kind. He's being weird again.

"What?" I ask. I must have heard something wrong.

"I said that you should go home. You look awful and no one wants to look at that a whole day. Don't be so selfish." His eyes look hard and mean again.

"What did I ever do to you?" I silently ask. Seriously. I miss the time when I came to french class and sat down next to Harry because I wanted to. Right now there is nothing more I want than to get away from this messed up dick head.

Harry's P.O.V

When I enter the class room I'm first as usual. I can't help but think about Lola. It wasn't too long ago we competed to get here first and get the good seat and now she hates me. I can't blame her though, I screwed up just so I could look good in front of my mates, and now when I lost her I can see that is was totally not worth it.

I sit down in my usual seat and wait for the rest of the class to come. Looking at the time, Lola should be coming soon since she has this weird thing about being early. Who am I to judge her though. I'm even earlier.

People start to well in, but no Lola. That's weird. Maybe she's not well today.

"Is this seat taken?" A strange voice wakes me up from my daydreaming. I look up to see where the voice came from and I see this weird Tim guy. Ugh. I can tell that he wants Lola. Creep. The way he looks at her is just pathetic. She will never go for him, or Paul....Or me...

"Yes. It is." I answer and look down on my hands again. It's not actually, but in case Lola shows up. Ugh, I don't know. I guess I just don't want him sitting there.

The class begins and I'm about to fall asleep. I hate french and right now I have nothing that can amuse me. If Lola were here I could annoy her. I know its lame to be such a dick to her, but I prefer annoying her and talk to her over passing her in the halls pretending that I don't have feelings for her. I really should stop thinking about her, I will never get over that freak if she is all I think about.