The Pointe Of The Game

Chapter 19

Olivia Beckham

There's one week before spring break and I'm so ready to not be at school. We've been reviewing for tests and exams all week and this week we're actually taking them. I'm currently sitting in math ready to throw my math textbook at the teacher's head and the only thing stopping me is Charlie telling me not to throw the book at the teacher. So I'd say that this is going grand. We still have 40 minutes of class and I'm ready to rage at the teacher and never come back. Instead of causing physical damage to anyone else, I bang my head against the desk a few times before Charlie slides his hand under my forehead to stop me from hurting myself more.
"I'm gonna go crazy and then I'll go to a mental hospital then I'll have to repeat junior year Charlie" I groan out with my head still on the desk

"You're not going to go crazy. You'll be just fine. I promise." he says and I can hear the smile on his face. I put my head into my arms on the desk and I slump into Charlie's sweatshirt covered shoulder. Today is a work day for math which means that we're just working on the review packet from last week. I've only finished half of it but I'm so sick of working on quadratic equations. I absolutely hate doing anything math related. I pull out my phone and start doing absolutely nothing on it because what the heck else am I supposed to do? Charlie takes my phone from my hands and puts it in his sweatshirt pocket before saying, "You need to finish your packet." He didn't even look at me because he's so focused on his work but I knew he was paying attention because he always is. When I make no move to do my work, Charlie looks over at me with his own version of a 'really?' look, "C'mon get your work done Ol."
"Leave me alooooone" I whine to Charlie and he responds with a noncommittal fine. I decide I will take a nap because I didn't get a lot of sleep last night so I'm already tired. By the time class ends I've officially done no work in my packet and Charlie still has my phone. I stand up and put all my stuff in my backpack while Charlie does the same. We have different classes this hour so we go our separate ways with him going to science and me going to history. I sit down in history, ready to tune out the world and scroll on my phone that Charlie almost forgot to give back to me. The bell rings and the teacher walks up to the front and starts droning on about the French and Indian war. I set my phone down and somewhat pay attention because he's covering actually new material that I'll probably need to know for a test in the near future. Class is halfway over when I start to feel my stomach gurgle and automatically feel nauseous. I feel like I'm going to puke and I don't know why. The last time I ate was dinner last night so there isn't even anything to puke. My head starts to pound and I can feel sweat starting to form on my forehead. I lay my head down on the cool desk which relieves the sudden warmth I feel only for a second. I start to feel faint like I'm going to pass out and I really don't want to do that in the middle of class. I feel the panic start to rise in my stomach and the only audible thought that forms in my head is that I need Charlie. Pulling out my phone, I send him a text since I'm in the middle of class but I barely lift my head and I start to feel faint again. Somehow I am able to send Charlie a quick message:

Olivia: I don't feel good I'm gonna pass out any pointers?

I put my phone down and rest my head back on my desk, willing my body to go back to normal and rid itself of whatever's happening. I lay in the same position for who knows how long when I hear the door open and a familiar voice speaking to the teacher from across the room. Charlie's saying something about me and I try my best to pull my head above my arms I'm resting on so I can see what's happening. The teacher answers him then goes back to whatever he's lecturing about and I feel Charlie's hand clamp down on my knee. "Ols what's going on" he says quietly. "Talk to me. Tell me what's wrong"

"I can't" I whisper back because my voice feels nonexistent right now.

"C'mere. I've already talked to the teacher for you. Can you sit up and look at me Ol?" he says softly