I love him... but does he love me?

He Loves Me Not

Fuck. Jake thought to himself, wondering how he'd get through the next few days. I don't know why I can't let go of him, I mean, he was such an asshole to everyone around him. The only person he was ever nice to was me, though his kindness felt suffocating. He walked to the club room, feeling out of air. I'm sure I can still sing, despite my heavy breathing. I had asthma as a kid, it's not like I haven't felt this feeling before. "Hey guys", I said semi-cheerfully. "Dude, are you okay?" Milly asked, "You're normally a lot happier than that half ass greeting," I took a deep breath and said, "I'm fine, Mills. Don't worry about me. We should practice for the next competition anyways, we only have 3 months to practice." Yeah, that was a total lie. I went over to my spot, with me and Hailey's heavily pre-planned lyrics in hand. This was mainly just a test to see if anything needs changed for both the singing part and the instruments part, so it wouldn't be a big deal if I messed up anyways. Though me and Hailey had spent a full week on this, so I really want to make this count. Alright, I can do it. I opened my mouth, expecting to hear something come out, but I suddenly felt something in my throat. I involuntarily gagged, following with some concerned looks from the rest of the club members. Everything else was a blur. I heard some "dude, are you okay?'s" followed by a heartfelt "do you need to go to the nurse? We can hold practice off if you aren't feeling good," which was probably from Hailey. Without a second to waste, I rushed to the bathroom. "Fuck..." I rasped. I looked at my surroundings for a sec and I saw Sean behind me looking worried. I looked back to the sink and suddenly, I felt a metallic feeling coming from my mouth. It splattered all over me, and it took less than a second to realize it was my own blood. But something else came out with that blood too, as I grasped what I found to be a flower in my hand. What the fuck? "What the hell just happened dude, I literally just finished using the bathroom," Sean squeaked. I found it funny at first, but to be honest, I would have squeaked too if it wasn't for my damn lungs. "I..." I whispered. "Dude, let's get you cleaned up before some poor soul walks in here and sees... this."  You know, Sean is a pretty nice guy. Bless his soul for not running out screaming. "Aight..." I said. My throat was starting to clear up and stuff which was helpful, at least. I decided to keep the flower, which was a very pretty color, despite the gruesomeness it had came from. "Anyways, Jake, if you need someone to stay at your house while your mother is out for work, just ask me." I nodded. Knowing that I needed someone to be their for me, I said, "I might need someone here, I don't want to put this on poor Milo." Sean smiled, still with a worried look plastered all over his face. "I should go show the nurse the picture I took of you throwing up so you can be free to go home. Do you have anyone to pick you up?" I shook my head; I didn't want my mom getting called home, I would just take an Uber home instead. Everything felt like a blur after that. The most I could remember now was what happened in the bathroom, as I sat on my bed while Sean kept an eye on me. I had been constantly coughing the bloodied petals up all day, and I couldn't even touch my phone.