Crossing paths

Weird

"Poor Jack. We are finally here, buddy. We'll get you fixed in no time!" I assured Jack's unconscious self, my hand on his thigh, as I crouched next to him, observing his behaviour. We seated him on the med bed.

Oddly, the nurse wasn't here. She was nowhere in sight.

"I can't find her." Wilson said with a bothered look. He started going back and forth, his hand on his chin.

"Shit. What do we do now? Should I go look for her?" I suggested.

"Didn't I just do that though?" Wilson replied.

"Gosh, are you gonna argue with me even in such a moment?" I shouted, pointing at ill Jack. "Can't you stop this, at least once?" I was already on the verge of my nerves.

"And why are you so hotheaded about everything I say? Why are you making such a ruckus right now, over nothing?! Oh my god!" Wilson was gesturing wildly, while speaking.

"Don't "oh-my-god" me! Can't you, fucking shut up, at least once??" I roared.

"Can't you apologise and accept it was all your fault, at least once? Can't you throw that big ego of yours, at least once?" I continued, letting my mouth slip all my thoughts.

"Okay!! I get it! Stop." He said, "defeated".

"Stop? You don't know just how much I've got piled up from yesterday! Speaking of yesterday, you don't think I would let everything, from back in the police station, slide easily, do you? I've got so much to get you back and pay for everything you did to me!" I stated, my hands shaky, but my voice louder with every sentence.

"I'm outta this shit! Things are getting heated!" Me and Wilson both looked at each other, then at Jack, only to find out his usual, blooming self getting up from the med bed.

"Wait. Jack?! Weren't you feeling unwell?" I asked, a shocked expression on my face.

"Said who?" Jack shrugged.

"You son of a bitch. You put all that act up, just to skip class, didn't you? Wilson added furiously.

"Jack! You did not!" I was in disbelief.

"Huh?! Me? Skipping class? I could never-"
Jack spoke when suddenly a pillow flew over his face. And Jack was silenced.

"Phahaha..." I couldn't hold my loud laugh enough as I saw Wilson's enraged face, while throwing the pillow he took from the other med bed in the nurse's office. He was now taking deep breaths, calming himself down.

Then he turned to me with a victorious look, when that same pillow flew the same way to his face.

"You don't know what you got yourself into!" Wilson picked up the pillow from the floor. He started walking towards Jack who sat back down on the bed, reading himself for a few more hits with the pillow.

Which he eventually got. Wilson was thwacking uncontrollably Jack's face with the soft pillow, doing no harm to him, but letting all his anger.

In the opposite, Jack was uncontrollably laughing out loud, trying to sneakily reach for his own med pillow from the bed he was sitting on.

Jack finally reached for his pillow and returned a few blows himself, surprising his opponent.

When Jack saw Wilson stopped, shocked for a moment, he started laughing even harder.

His laugh was so hilarious it made me laugh too. I nearly laughed to tears. It was all so ridiculously funny...

And suddenly I got a pillow in the face as well.

"Who did that?" I asked outraged.

Jack pointed to a smirking Wilson, his look challenging.

He supported his big structure with one hand to the bed and a pillow in his other, while standing over Jack, who was seated and empty handed.

Was Wilson really the one who threw it?

Well, nevermind 'cause that fucker was definitely eating some fluff from me anyway.

I slapped Wilson with the pillow, hard enough for him to go down and sit on the bed next to Jack. Or nearly fall down on the bed. I could have liked the second better.

"I'm getting deja vu." Wilson looked right into my eyes, keeping my stare to his, though I noticed the way he licked his lower lip and bit it.

I pillow-slapped him again. "Are you?" Why did I sound so playful??

Jack stood up from the bed and probably ran out of this pillow torture.

I resumed beating Wilson's narcissistic face some more. His legs were spread, me between them. I swear, I felt him slide his hand gently on my hip a while ago, but didn't oppose the movement in any way. I just kept on beating him with the pillow. I thought I was becoming delusional.

Is really his hand on my hip right now or am I tripping? Am I imagining things?

While I was debating in my head, my movements getting slower, Wilson suddenly turned me around, taking advantage of the situation, and now I was lying on the bed instead. He was now on top of me over the med bed.

Our faces close, my breathing fastening, my gulping loud. I could feel my heart burst out my chest. My cheeks getting hot against his hot minty breath.
His lips slightly parted-

I have to get up!

But he didn't break eye contact the whole time. I felt so weird for not reacting at all. How did I not reacted??

I could feel his stare falling down my lips from time to time. His head leaning in more-

"What's going on here?!" A strong woman's voice interrupted whatever little delulu moment we shared there.

Oh shit. It was the school nurse.

And now we are definitely fucked up.