𝘋𝘐𝘍𝘍𝘐𝘊𝘜𝘓𝘛-𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦

𝑺𝒌𝒚𝒍𝒆𝒓 𝑶'𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒍

I'm not joking with you when I say that I was ignored on purpose for basicly the rest of the week. Since I went up to Mila on Wednesday, only Matt spoke one or two words to me, other than that, as if I never existed. I understood, that I upset Mila and everything, and I also understand that I made Tessa mad too, but it couldn't be that deep now, could it? I mean, what could possible have happened on Tuesday? And I know that I had a gut feeling about it, but Tessa would've asked us with Matt to deal with it, if it was so damn deep, but she didn't. I came to this conclusion, while I was observing them for the past two day and all in all they seemed pretty decent to me. No sign of uneasiness, they just weren't acting strange, other than ignoring me  they were normal.

That is the reason I'm confused, about why was I left out completely. It hurt a little to be honest, because I didn't have any bad intentions, when I asked Mila what's happened. I really just wanted to know, to see if I can help her in any ways. I not only would've done that to Mila, I probably would've done that to any other girl, but it was a plus that it was Mila, who came crying towards us.

I don't know why I felt so protective over her, and being simply protective wouldn't be such a big problem of mine, because as I said, I was always defensive, when it came to weaker ones, my problem was, that this feeling was more than protectivness, it came with fucking caring and deeper sense. Never in my life have I felt this way towards a girl and it scared me, because if I can feel this intense about anyone in such short ammount of time, well then I was fucked.

 I've always tried to stay away from getting way too deeply involved in anyone, but now I couln't separet myself even if I tried and I think that's why it felt so bad to be ignored by Mila.

I flirted with her and started at her multiple times, but she didn't seem to show intrest and now I hurt her. I hurt the only girl that I've felt different about and damn if it felt terrible.

***

Sitting at the dining table on friday night, with my family, while they were talking restlessly about something. I didn't know what it was though, because I wasn't paying attention at all. Not a word they said was akwonledged by me and my mother noticed it. Putting her fork down to the table, she looked at me with worry on her face.

'Skyler are you feeling okay?!' She asked, brushing her blonde hair out of her face.  I snapped my head up at the mention of my name, only to be greeted by all of their faces staring at me.

'Yeah.' I nodded. 'Why wouldn't I?!' I pushed even further and maybe that's what I shouldn't have done, because my mother's concern only grew when I sounded those words.

'Are you sure? You seem so pale to me!' she informed, standing up from her chair, approaching me. She put her hands on my forehead to check my tempreture and I didn't complain, because I knew my protest would make things worse for me, so I leaned back in my chair and waited for my mother to do what she wanted. 'You're burning up Skyler!' she said to me, making a frown appear on my face.

'Am I?' I asked back, putting the back of my hand against my forehead and felt the warm of my body. Shit. That's not good. That's not good at all.

One thing I didn't really mention, was the fact, that I was playing lacrosse in my school's team. Since I lived in Portland my whole life and this city is obsessed with this sport, there was no question, when it came to playing sports. My father signed me in when I was around four years old and ever since then, I was in love with this sport. Let it be only watching it on the tv or actually playing on the field. I loved it and every coach I had so far had told me, that I was prominently good at it, but despite my deep bond to this sport, I couldn't see myself playing it professional and I had my reason for that.

So you may wonder, why was me getting sick was such a big problem and it was not other than the fact, that we had a really important game on the weekend, that we've practiced for a long time and I really wanted to win, because that'd lead us one step closer to win this season and I wouldn't complain if we did. Therefore, it was not exactly benefital for neither me or the team if I couldn't attend, because of my sickness.

'You should go to bed, sweetie!' my mother's coaxing voice cut through the reeling of my mind. I looked up at her and only nodded, knowing I never in a million years could convince her on me doing the opposite, so I obeyed to her order and headed to my room.

Closing the door behind me I let a small sigh, thinking what could've happened that I got sick. It wasn't a common thing happening. It was the opposite actually. I wouldn't be able to recall the last time I was sick, it was way too long ago.

But this week was a lot. Both physically and emotionally. With having trainings every single afternoon adn almost every morning, my body was drained. And of course there was Mila, who I just couldn't get out of my head. Thus probably these two factors resulted in me getting sick again after God knows when. And also that's why my mom was so concerned, because she knew me well and knew my immune system was really strong, so when she came into my room with a steaming mug and painkillers, I felt it as my duty to ease her anxiety.

'Mom it's okay.' I said gently, while we waited for the thermometer to finish. 'I'm sure it's just a small cold. Nothing serious.'

'I hope it too, Sky. But you're never sick.' she said, brushing a lock of hair from my face. 'I think we should call the doctor tomorrow. Ask him to check on you.'

'I say we should wait.' I said, while the device beeped annoyingly under my armpit. 'If I don't get better until tomorrow, which I doubt, but if I'll still be sick, we call him, okay?' I offered with a small smile, only earning a sigh from my mom.

'Okay.' she said, looking at the thermometer. 'It's 100.4F.' she gasped, only for me to close my eyes. I could say goodbye to the match. 'So we are definetly calling him tomorrow!' my mom protested. 'Now rest, sweetie. Drink tea and take in a painkiller okay?! And if you need anything just call me.' she said, walking out of the room.

'Of course mom.' I smiled gently at her. 'Thank you!'

'I love you darling.' she smiled kindly at me.

'I love you too.' I said as my door closed.

I then turned to my bedside table, grabbed the mug and a medicine, gulped it down with three big sip of tea, turned the light of on my bedside table and immediately drifted into a deep sleep. Somehting I didn't have the previlige of earning during this week.

author's note:

A filler one, but you now atleast know Skyler plays lacrosse and I swear it'll be important in future chapters.

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