The Bet

22) Fine!

"No thank you," I gave Miss Camila a tight lipped smile as she slipped into my room, offering food.

I looked at the time. How long has she been here? It's already dark outside. Doesn't she have other places to be?

"You need to eat, Angel," she coached kindly in response to my rejection, waiting for my go ahead to come closer to my bed with the food.

She didn't receive it.

"I'm pretty sure if I eat I'll vomit." I explained, really hoping my smile doesn't look too much like a sneer.

She covered her mouth with the hand that's not holding the plate of food in a poor attempt at hiding her giggle.

I held back a groan. What could possibly be funny, this time?

  "Are you upset with me, Angel?" She smiled at me gently, knowingly.

  I looked away. Her smile makes me mush. "No, why would I be upset?"

  You've only been hanging out in my house with my little brother while I sleep like the dead for hours and hours. I've only just lost five grand because I was distracted by you. I only have a pain in my head that feels like someone is taking a hammer to it.

  Why would I be upset?

  "You tell me, Pretty Girl. You have had a pretty rough day," she coerced further, gentle demeanor appealing to my desire to be coddled at a time like this.

  I looked at her blankly while her words processed in my lagging mind.

  I'm grumpy and in pain and confused and really don't want to talk to her about why I'm upset with her. But, for the life of me, I cannot come up with the reason as to why, which is usually a sign that I'm being silly and need to get over myself and communicate.

  I fell back onto my pillow from the sitting position I assumed when she knocked on the door — and didn't wait for a reply before coming in but it's fine — and I regretted it immediately.

  I let out a sound that was more animal than human at the feeling what might as well have been my brain pinging around my skull

I hate concussions.

Once the nausea simmered back down, I got on with sharing my feelings.

Yucky, but necessary.

  I let out an exasperated sigh. "I'm grumpy and you're in my space."

Wow, that was almost poetic.

NOT.

I like the filter that is usually inside my head. She keeps me from being painfully blunt, but she seems to be taking a vacation at the moment. Maybe this hit on the head was her last straw and she's done with me now.

I miss you girl, please come back to me.

  Miss Camila looked genuinely confused at my confession. Her lips pouted and her eyebrows furrowed cutely.

  Her confusion made me confused about what she was confused about, but it also made me want to kiss her on the mouth.

  "I definitely understood you were grumpy, but why didn't you tell me you were uncomfortable with me being here?" Her frown deepened, making it less cute and more upsetting to see.

  Oh, she really didn't think I would have a problem with her lingering around my apartment while I'm unconscious. . . Huh.

  "I was trying to be helpful but the whole time I was making you upset? Angel, you have to tell people these things."