His Top Student

Chapter 5 - Just Business?

A/N:

Aha yes, another dumb-ass Author's Note. I understand how annoying these sons of bitches are but, I just want to update everyone about this. I have no idea how this story is going to end or continue on because, I usually write out my stories before I type them up and this one so happens to be a "think while type" kind of story. I hope it's turning out pretty great. I feel like I can picture what's going on but can't at the same time.

Oh and yeah, I wrote this on Halloween at 1:58 am So HAPPY HALLOWEEN AND GET sPoOPy!

Enjoy!

Song: I Miss You - Blink-182

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4:45 am:

The alarm clock awakes me. I groan hopping out of my bed. My stomach was churning so bad I felt as if I were a pregnant mother with morning sickness. I ran to the bathroom and collapsed right in front of the toilet. I couldn't stop throwing up. My head was on fire and I couldn't stop the cold sweats forming at the top of my head.

I had to call off today or the whole office would have been home sick for the next week but if I called off, I wouldn't get extra pay so, I have to force myself to go.

I quickly  got ready and raced out the door grabbing cough syrup and drops and boxes of tissues

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I finally arrived through the doors. I walked quickly  over to the elevator all the sudden, a big wave of nausea hit me and I felt like I was going to throw up right then and there.

I raced to the bathroom 100 feet in front of me, slamming open the door and threw myself in the stall. I started throwing up immediatly within 2 seconds of kneeling there.

There's no point in staying if my whole day is going to be like this. I leaned against the stall wall, pulled out my phone, and began calling the Manga department.

Of course, The boss picks up.

"Hello?" His deep stern voice echoed on the phone.

"U-uh yeah, it's  Derek I can't come in today" I sniffled my nose trying to not throw up on the phone.

"Mhm. I bet you don't  attempt to come back after our little 'talk'" his voice became very quiet and erotic over the phone. My face started to heat up.

"I did. I did attempt" I wanted to bash his face in right over the speaker.

"Right.. where are you right now then?" I could hear the sarcasm in his deep voice.

"Bathroom". I inhaled a deep breath and threw up again.

He hesitates. 

"I-I'm s-

"Yeah, just come in tonight if you can to get the work" he choked out.

I breathed in again

"Okay".

"Alright, see you then." He slammed down the phone.

CHRIST I KNEW TAKING A DAY OFF WAS A BAD IDEA.

I'm so mad at myself. But, satisfied with the way I worded things.

I puked up everything from the last 2 days. The aches and pains churning from my stomach were horrible and the vomiting was never going to end. It's probably all that walking in the cold air that's finally getting to me.

I head back home, my head throbbing with every step I took. I hate being sick because it always last longer than it needs to.

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Finally walking through the door of my apartment, I put on some coffee and dress myself into more comfortable clothing and just laid on the couch. This is so relaxing. I havent been this relaxed in almost 3 years. Next time, I need to lie about being sick so I can do this all over again.

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6:55 am

Once I finish the last sip of my Pumpkin spice latte, I decide to take a nap. My head feels so warm but everything else feels so much better. I feel like I was never sick.

I march to the bedroom plowing on to the silk, white bed sheets. I lay my head on the soft, feathery pillow and shut my eyes. My thoughts race of Mr.Butcher for some reason. I can't get him out of my mind. When he called, I felt like I can tell him anything. His voice is so soothing and calm it makes me get chills down my spine.

I slowly drowse away in a deep slumber. Waiting until 4:00 am came tomorrow morning.

A/N: Sorry for such a short chapter. I'm thinking about maybe down some Mr.Butcher Point of Views? I don't know. I think it would be good to get to know what's going on in that kinky mind of his.

UPDATE OF MYSELF (in case you wanted more information about my gross self.) I am transferring to a smaller school. My band teacher along with all my teachers are against and saying that I am making bad choice and that I shouldn't run away from my problems and I don't even know what problems they are talking about. It's just pissing me off so bad to the point where I am just about to slit my throat and hope to god they realize that this isn't my fault and they shouldn't be talking shit. Also I got into some fights this month so go me! :3 I miss my friend Hannah dearly and right now, I'd probably be at her house watching a cheesy anime movie with her gossiping about how hot Tate Langdon is. Rest in peace my dearest. Also, along with her boyfriend Donnie, who passed on as well with her. I miss you both and I wish I could see you guys soon! <3