Only We Know

Chapter Twenty-Seven - Crying Is The Best Medicine

Before I know it, half of the week is over. The fall has brought, not only cold nights, but grumpy people. After Delaney and Emma left on Sunday, I spent a lot of time cleaning and trying to study for the stupid math retake. Monday morning, Harry picked me up in the morning and we didn't see each other for the rest of the day. On Tuesday, I got a detention for being late to Ancient History and in gym we started at a football unit and I ended up hitting Elle again and having to go back to the stands. When I got home, Mrs. Kavanaugh had called the house on my mothers only day off and I got screamed at when I got home.

When I got up this morning, I had the worst headache in the world. I tried to just lay down for a few extra minutes, but I ended up falling back asleep and waking up with five minutes to get ready. Since I was rushing, I forgot to grab an Advil and now, sitting in Harry's car, Im trying not to yell at him for putting the radio on. This week is already horrendous and I can tell that it is just going to get worse. Im beginning to think my life is just one big example of Murphy's Law. 

"Are you sure you're alright?" Harry asks for the fifth time

"Yes" I grumble and stare out the window

"Lea, just tell me what is wrong" He sighs

"I just don't feel well!" I snap "My head really hurts and your stupid radio is on and we're not even in the middle of the week and it's already gone to hell!"

"Did you take anything for your headache?" He asks calmly, not missing a beat

"No" I grumble

"Go in the console, I think there are some Advil in there"He sighs "It's just a bad day, Lea. You'll be okay"

I go in the console and grab the bottle of pills, taking one and downing it with water. I put them back and look back out the window again.

"You've been so quiet all week" He says lightly "But you're nothing compared to Gemma when she is in a bad mood, last time, she threw a sandwich at me"

"Well, if your cooking is as bad as you make it sound, I don't blame her" I smile

"A smile!" He exclaims "Now, aside from getting grounded, why is the week ruined?"

"Because I have that math retake tomorrow and if I don't pass Mr. Reek is going to call my mom and then I'll be in even bigger trouble. Also I keep not being able to participate in gym because Elle won't move her giant head out of the way" I say frowning

"We're studying for your test tonight, so stop stressing, I'll make sure you pass" he smiles and takes my hand, rubbing the back of it reassuringly "As for Elle maybe don't kick the ball, just run around a lot"

"I want to kick the ball! I love football! It's one of the few sports I'm okay at" I say getting angrier "Elle just hates me, so she's always trying to make my life a living hell"

"Why does she hate you? If you don't mind me asking"

"Because an eighth grade Delaney and I accidentally spilled punch on her graduation dress and it was red in a place that red shouldn't be and all the guys laughed and she was really embarrassed" I say quickly "So when we came back for high school in grade nine, she somehow got really hot over the summer and decided that it was her life's mission to make Delaney and I's life a living hell. The only thing is that Delaney doesn't put up with her crap, so most of it gets dumped on me. I also think that she's angry you like me instead of her"

"Wow" He says in an odd tone "She knows how to hold a grudge"

"It's not funny, Harry" I scold when he chuckles

"It kind of is, I mean, the girl hates you because you spilled juice on her. I don't know why she would be angry that I like you, I never showed her in any way that I was interested in her"