Chapter 4

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Ali's POV*

It's was 3:48 a.m. when I woke up. My stomach ached in pain. I had a terrible fever and had a headache. I felt like vomiting. As soon as I felt it rising in my chest, I quickly ran for the bathroom. I had no clue to where it was. All I need is to find a trash can. Just in time I found the bathroom. I quickly closed the door and making it in time to vomit.

Marcel's POV*

I rolled over to feel Ali's present was gone. I was startled. Moving my hand around the bed to find her. I sat up looking around. Ali was gone. Maybe she was using the bathroom or getting a drink. I made way toward the bathroom, lightly tapping on the door. "Ali? Are you in there?" I asked I could hear her throwing up. "I am sick." She mumbled. "Do you need anything?" I murmured. "A glass of water and so Tylenol." Ali replied. I sprinted downstairs, rummaging through the cabinets for Tylenol. “Finally!” I mumbled after continuously searching for the Tylenol. I grabbed a plastic cup, filled it with water, and rushed up the stairs to the bathroom. Ali had her back against the bathtub, with her knees shielding her face. “Ali? Are you okay?” I wondered. She looked up with her beautiful brown eyes, her face pale as a ghost and her cheeks flushed red. “Not really.” She muttered.  “Here. i got you the Tylenol and water.” I said, sitting down beside her, handing her the medicine. I felt her forehead. It was warm. Ali sat the cup on the sink counter. I picked her up, carrying her back to me bed.  She wrapped her arms around my neck, staring at me. “Marcel?” “Hmm?” “Thank you so much.” She mumbled, before laying her head on my shoulder.

We entered my room. The cold air filled the room. Ali’s stopped sweating. I could fever dying down as I laid her on the bed. “Good night Ali.” I whispered as I placed a kiss to her cheek.

The rest of the night I stayed up to watch over Ali. I didn’t know what I was going to do about school. I wanted to stay home with her, but I didn’t want to ruin my perfect attendance record. I was too worried about Ali. I just didn’t know what to do.

The night dragged on and I still didn't manage to fall to sleep. My alarm clock went off. This was it, to make my final decision. Should I go to school or stay here and watch over Ali? I couldn’t leave her here alone. I guess I was staying.

I finally was able to sleep. I dreamt of Ali. It started out pretty decent, but in the end it was a nightmare.

Dream begins*

Ali comes gracefully walking down the stairs in a long white flowing dress. No other girl could compare. Her hair curled, eyeliner lightly on, clear lip gloss, and her eyelashes coated with mascara. She was a true beauty. “You ready to go Jessie?” She asked. I looked over to see Jessie standing by me at the end of the stairs. I tried to speak, but nothing came out.  “Yeah. Yeah. Now come on.” Rushed Jessie. I reached out for Ali. I was stunned. My hand had went right through her. No this couldn’t be happening. Not now. Jessie turned around and gave me a sly smile. He knew I was there. That bastard. I ran after them. Jessie stopped. He turned to face Ali. “Ali. I love you.” He said. He pulled her close. “I am so glad that dweeb Marcel left me alone. Ugh. I felt so bad for him. I mean he has never had a girlfriend and all he has been through. I just couldn’t be mean.” Ali mumbled. “I know babe. It’s okay.” Jessie said, kissing Ali. The tears rolled down my face as I witnessed the girl I loved being kissed by my bully. I knew it was all too good to be true. No beauty like her could be attracted to ugly guy like me. I ran away. I wanted to die. Never again did I want to see her. I kept running and running.....

Dream ends*

I woke up panting and all sweaty. I looked at Ali, who was still fast asleep. A small smile crept on my face. “I love you.”I whispered as I climb out of bed. I needed a shower. That nightmare caused me to break out in sweat. “Ugh. Where is my white sweat pants?” I mumbled as I rifled through my dresser. “Hmm...” I said as I examined the navy blue sweat pants. “I guess these will have to do. I murmured. Now. I head for the shower.

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