Sidelining

Chap. 5: Being Sick Sucks

Will up above. He's such a poo.
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I finally made it to my house. Of course, the door was locked, and my house key was in my room. Bloody hell, my life is a mess. I pounded on my door, shaking like heck. After about a minute, my good-for-nothing brother opened the door.

"Eva-"

"Get the fuck out of my face," I snarled, and stormed past him, still shivering.

I ran up the stairs to the bathroom, but the door was locked. The water was running, so apparently someone was taking a shower. Probably my 13 year old sister, Genevive. She loved to take her sweet time in the bathroom. I would probably yell at her more often, but I think she takes the whole "our dad's an alcoholic" thing the hardest out of all of us.

"GEN!!! HURRY UP!!!" I hollered through the door.

The door to Genevive's room swung open, and my sister poked her head out.

"Can I help you?" she asked, obviously slightly annoyed.

"If you're not in the bathroom..." I said. "Then who the heck is?"

"Will's friend. The hot one with the green eyes."

"Jackson?!?"

"What?" I turned to face Jackson, who had just emerged from the bathroom, clad in only a towel, which was wrapped loosely around his waist.

Gen giggled and shut her door, probably about to text/FaceTime her best friend Brianna about how hot Jackson was. Me? I tried not to stare, painfully aware that my face was bright red. Thankfully, I regained my composure.

Focusing on his eyes, I spoke. "Get out of my way. Unlike you, I had to walk home in the rain."

"That's kinda your fault."

"Did I ask?" I know, I know. Immature, but I can't help it! Shoving him aside, I marched into the bathroom and locked the door.

Jackson's POV
Whar was up with Eva? I thought that since she told me some secrets, that she'd at least be decent to me! But no. I'm honestly starting to think she's bipolar or something. Sheesh. Every time I'm with her, I want to kiss her and push her off of a cliff at the same time. Ugh. I hate feelings.

Back to Eva's POV
I climbed out of the shower and felt kind of dizzy. I simply assumed that it was from being under the hot water, so I didn't think much of it. I glared at my relflection in the mirror, because I looked like shit. Flipping myself off, I wrapped myself up in a towel and unlocked the bathroom door. I looked like a pissed off, half drowned cat, but it was just my family and a Murderer so whatevs.

I walked into my room and was about to drop my towel when none other than Jackson walked out of my closet.

"Why the fuck are you in my room?" I demanded.

"Will didn't tell you? He was supposed to..."

"Tell me what, exactly?"

"So, uh, you have a bigger room than Will, and uh, I, um, am sharing a room with you," Jackson stuttered.

"What?!? But...do my parents know about this?!?!"

"They were the ones that suggested it."

My jaw dropped. My parents were going to let a hormonal teenage boy sleep in the same room with me?!? I was shocked and pissed beyond belief.

"Wow. Ok. Just get out so I can change, and then we can fight about this."

Jackson nodded, thankfully, and left. I locked the door behind him and got dressed (http://www.polyvore.com/m/set?.embedder=14586533&.svc=copypaste&id=158496476). I opened the door, and allowed Jackson back in the room.

"WILL GET IN HERE!!!!" I screamed, and Will appeared. I plopped down on my bed. Will took his usual spot on my beanbag chair, and Jackson stood there awkwardly. Ok then.

"Will, you're generally a kind of intelligent human. Why the hell are you sticking Jackson in my room?!"

"Because he asked to." The fuck?!

"Why is this, Jackson?"

"Well...um-you see..." Jackson stared at his feet, flushing red.

"Jackson likes Eeeeva. Jackson likes Eeeeva!" Gen sang as she passed my room.

"Shut the fudge up, Genevive. Will, especially if he did like me, why would you let him sleep in the same room as me?!?"

"Because," Will stated. "It's never going to happen. Duh."

He had a point. If Jackson got near me, I'd probably push him out the window.

"True," I admitted. "But why???" My voice was whiny, which I knew pissed Will off.

"You're a bitch." And with that, my brother walked out of my room, leaving the door open. Jerk.

I had just stood up when I started coughing violently. I was dizzier than ever, and I was shivering.

"Are you ok, Eva?" Jackson asked. I tried to respond, but instead sneezed. "Shit, you're sick. Lay down and I'll get you some water and medicine."

I nodded slightly as he left the room.

Jackson's POV
I walked out of Eva's room, deep in thought. I don't know why, but it really bothered me when Will said I have no chance with Eva. Really?! Shaking myself from my thoughts, I approached Will.

"Hey, Eva's sick...."

"What?! Fuck!" Will immediately looked stressed out.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"If Eva's sick, I'm going to get sick!"

"Why?"

"I think it's a twin thing." Will sneezed. "Is the room spinning?" He toppled over.

I cursed and led him to his bed. "Here, dude. I'll get you some medicine, but I need you to tell me where it is."

"There's a cabinet with a lock on it, but the lock isn't locked. That's the booze cabinet. The one next to it has the medicine. Leave the Advil, and grab the Acetaminophen. Both Eva and me are allergic to something in Advil, and my dad'll flip if it's missing."

"Ok, I got it." I went and got the medicine. I decided to check on Eva first. "Hey, how are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm fucking amazing," she said sarcastically. "I'm freezing my ass off but my face is burning, my stomach hurts like I'm on my period and my head feels like a thousand little hammers are hitting my skull. Being sick sucks, so give me my medicine and let me watch Grey's Anatomy in peace."

To be completely honest, I was a little taken aback by her outburst, but did as I was told. As I walked out of her room, I heard a tiny sniffle and turned just in time to see a tear roll down her cheek.