I am Widow

Chapter 39

Friday: 2nd period

"Okay, turn in the homework, and if you don't have it then do an extra page. I'll be grading papers so you have a free period," Mrs. Jefferson says.

Paul pushes his desk towards me, "Hey, you still going to Briana's party?"

"I guess, I just need to find a dress to wear. It's going to be a black and white party," I answer.

"I know you will look good anyways. Do you want me to pick you up?"

"Nope, Joe will drive me."

Paul gets my journal and pencil. He starts drawing curves and they look like eyes. His hand starts moving quickly, going up and down and left and right.

"what are you drawing?"

Then a face appears, not fully, but I can tell It's a person.

"Don't move for a second," Paul says.

A minute passes until I look down on the paper. It's me, I recognize my eyes.

"It's not finish, but I got inspired. The light was hitting your face beautifully," Paul says.

"Wow, it's pretty good Paul. I never thought you can actually draw."

He chuckles and tells me it has been a hobby of his. He started drawing when he was 10.

"How about I finish this and give it back after school?" Paul asks. I just nod and smile.

The bell rings and the day goes on.

8th period: Science.

James is being James. Of course, he is not flirting that much though.

"So, are you coming to my sister's party?" James asks. I just nod.

"Good, she really likes your step-dad. I think she is using you to get to him though," James says.

No cheese.

"Whatever, I guess they like each other. Do you think it will be weird for them to date?" I ask. James thought about it, "Hmm, it will be weird but she is my sister. I love her and want her to happy."

"That's nice of you. I just think it's weird since Joe hasn't had a girlfriend in a while. I hope he treats her well if they do end up together."

"Yeah, I will be happy if that happens. So, how is going with Paul?" James asks.

"Are you serious? You want to know about Paul and me?"

James shrugs, "I guess I do, I just want for you to be okay."

"It's going fine. He respects me and cares about me. He isn't like Jackson, so trust me,"

"Okay, I just hope I can have a chance though," James whispers. I look down at my desk, and breathe in. Why can't he move on? I don't want to hurt him anymore.

My tummy feels weird, maybe because I still feel some guilt.

He kisses my cheek, "Love you Widow."

Okay, I heard that but my stomach feels, ugh!

I stand, "Miss, I feel sick. I'm-I'm throw," I run outside but don't make it to the restroom. I throw up on the floor.

James comes running behind. "Do I disgust you that much?" he asks. I stop throwing up and look at him. I wipe my lunch away from my face.

I tell him no. "Then? Why the hell did you threw up?" he asks.

"I don't know! I was feeling sick after detention, then I don't know. I'm sorry."

He takes me to the restroom and waits outside. I wash my face and mouth, darn my mouth stinks like garbage.

"You okay now?" James asks. He gives me some Tic-Tacs and we walk back to the classroom.

Thankfully I didn't have to be there for long, the bell rang before I could sit again.

James walks with me outside. I tell him not to tell Paul anything. I don't want to worry him much.

I see Jessica and Paul waiting.

"Hey!" Jessica says.

"Hey, Jess. Hey Paul," I kiss him on the cheek.

"Hey Lock, how are you doing?" Paul asks James.

"Good, just busy with Briana's party. She is really demanding," James says.

Jessica's mom is here but I pull Jessica away from the car door.

"can you lend me a dress for the party?" I ask.

"Yeah totally, how about you go to my house tomorrow morning? We can get ready there and head to the party."

I just nod.

I go back to Paul and James. They are behaving like gentlemen not like animals. James leaves first, Briana picks him up.

"Okay, well see you all tomorrow. Remember, it's going to be a black and white party." James before he leaving.

"Hey, remember the sketch?" Paul takes out my journal from his backpack. "I finished it in Spanish. Hope you like it."

I flip through the pages until I see myself. Wow, he really is a good artist! It looks like a photograph.

"Wow, I actually like it. This is great."

"Thanks. You look beautiful." He kisses me. I kiss him back and we stay like that until his dad interrupts.

"Hi Widow, how you doing?" he asks.

"good thanks for asking."

Paul kisses my cheek and leaves. I soon leave too. I just hope I don't get the flu.