Never Make Fun Of The Fat Kid

How did I forget the jerk he was all the time?

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Chapter 37; How did I forget the jerk he was all the time?

I sneezed one, two, three times and made a face. I felt fucking horrible and it was ridiculous. Who knew being outside in the rain could get you really freaking sick? Okay, maybe everyone knew that but I had totally forgotten yesterday. I was too focused on the small things. The small things Daniel was doing for me. Just like right now he was sitting next to me listening to me complaining about how much I hated the world because I was sick.

Daniel handed me the tissue box, and chuckled as he stared at me blow my nose.

"What are you staring at?" I spat playfully at him.

"Your face." He smirked and leaned in towards me.

"I'm sick! Daniel, I'm sick!" I shouted at him as I raised my hands infront of me so I could protect myself.

He chuckled, and rested his hand on my left hip. I felt his hand raise higher but I didn't do anything about it. What was the worst he could do? Tickle me? Oh wait! Before I knew it, I was in histerics laughing like an idiot because he was tickling me so hard.

"St-stop! I-It!" I choked through my laughter.

A rap song was now playing and it made our heads snap up to Daniel's phone that was sitting at the small table next to my bed. He stoped the tickling session and reached for his phone.

"Ew, you listen to that type of music?" I made a face remembering the type he had made fun of MY type of music.

He shushed me as he tapped his phone and raised it to his ear right ear.

"Hello." He said, almost in a whisper.

I heard a girl talking to him through the phone but I couldn't tell what she was saying. Her words were slurred almost as if she had been crying for the last couple of hours.

Daniel closed his eyes and swallowed hard that I could hear him even though I was lying down, and a good distance away from him.

"I'll..." He glanced my way and made eye contact with me for a long second. "I will be there as soon as I can." Again, he swallowed hard.

He hung up, rested his phone next to me, and started to massage his temples while his eyes were closed.

I felt like hugging him and asking him if he was okay, but clearly he wasn't. Therefore I had to ask him something more specific and something that wouldn't make him feel -exactly THAT bad.

"What happend?" Was all I could think of, even though I had to be really careful with the words I chose because if I chose the wrong one, I would MAYBE have to watch him tear up. And trust me, it would be weird to see big-macho man cry. Well Daniel was strong so he wouldn't exactly cry he would just tear up.

He looked at me, his eyes were that dark brown I was used to. He was regretting something. And whatever it was it looked like it was killing him.

"I have to go." He got up and slid his phone in his pocket.

I widened my eyes, I had to find this out. I didn't care what happend, I just needed to know what he was hiding-what he was regretting so much.

"I'm going with you." I jumped out of bed and hurried after him.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "You're sick Anna, you can't go."

"I don't care." I shrugged and followed him to his car.

"You can't go. You're sick." He complained, as he stared at me get in his black mustang.

"What's the big deal? I just have a cold. Now, where are we going?" I asked, as rested my head on the seat.