Popularity Matters {ON HOLD TILL NEXT YEAR}

Chapter 7

Chapter 7~Advil and Headaches~

"Why do you have that?!" I yelled, pointing my finger at Kyle. He shrugged, "oh come on, sis, you ate the chocolate first and you're blaming me?!"

I sighed, and leaned against my seat. "Fine, so... go on, eat it! It's delliiiiciousss," I said, imagining myself in Chocolate World, where everything was made of chocolate.

Like that witch's gingerbread house in Hansel and Gretel, yup.

"Are you dreaming of Chocolate World?" Kyle asked, and I looked at him, amused. "How'd you know?" "I've known you since I was 1, of course I know! When you were 10, you came up with Strawberry World. Remember when you were obsessed with strawberries.. until you puke and stopped eating them for 3 years? You started eating them again 3 years ago sis," he said, switching the channel on the TV.

I rolled my eyes at him. "Eat it, mister!"

Kyle slowly unwrapped the granola bar and took a bite. His eyes went wide and I grinned. He was going to love it; he's going to-

"It's awful!" he said, and my jaw dropped as I glared at him. "It is not! You're just sick, bro! I love it!" I said, defending my most favourite food in the world- for now.

"Mum! I need something vanilla now!" he said, running into the kitchen.

5 minutes later, he walked back into the living room, 2 scoops of vanilla ice cream in a bowl in his hand. "Ahh, I finally have my vanilla!" he said, taking a scoop and shoving it into his mouth. I sighed, and walked up to my room.

It was 10:00 p.m. anyway, better get some sleep.

"Oww!" I yelled.

I woke up the next morning with a really painful headache. My parents came rushing into my room, Dad holding his cup of coffee in his hand. "What's wrong, sweetie?" Mum asked. "My head feels like it hit a wall a hundred times," I whined, rubbing my head.

"Ate anything new or something, these few days honey?" Dad asked, touching my forehead. I nodded.

Chocolate.

"You ate chocolate?!" Dad said, shocked when I answered his question.

"You ate those chocolate chip cookies I made for those boys and the girl?" Mum asked, and I nodded. She sighed. "Honey, I think your body isn't really accepting the chocolate yet. I mean, you haven't eaten it in 16 years and you're suddenly eating it?!"

"But I eat white chocolate," I said.

"They don't taste the same, do they?"

I shook my head.

"I guess you could call it a rare type of allergy honey, why even eat chocolate? I tasted it once when I was 6 and it wasn't that good," Dad said, gulping down his coffee.

I know he's only saying that to make me feel better, because that's what parents do and of course, chocolate tastes amazing.

I sighed. "Do I have to go to school?" I asked. Mum gasped. "Of course, honey! Why'd you say that?! Just take some Advil and you'll be fine, don't worry. That headache will be gone soon enough."

I groaned and got out of bed, hopping into the shower. As the hot water calmed me down a bit, I walked back into my room, and found a dark green tank top with a pair of white jeans, a white leather jacket and white boots.

There was a note attached to the jacket.

Eating your fruit salad downstairs. Hurry up and change into the clothes I laid out for you.... Bye now ;)

xoxo, Willow

Of course, who else? I sighed and put the clothes on, drying my hair. I put it in a side left ponytail and walked downstairs,

My head was basically still painful, and when I walked downstairs I quickly got some Advil and swallowed it, before gulping down a glass of water.

"Good girl, now eat your breakfast," Mum said, placing a bowl of fruit salad in front of me. I sat between her and Willow, and since Kyle wasn't here I assume he left some time ago. "We're late," Willow said, glancing at her watch. "Bye, Mr. and Mrs. M, I'll be here next Monday!" she grinned, and dragged me out of the house just when I finished only half of my breakfast.

"Rude!" I yelled, as we reached the bus stop. She giggled and we got on the bus, sitting at the back. I saw Derek reading a comic book, and he didn't even glance my way as he pretended to pay oh so much attention to the story he was reading.

I huffed and stomped towards my seat, with Willow eyeing me curiously. "Hey, Kay, did you finish your History homework? I kind of-"

"I'm not in the mood, Willow," I snapped, looking out the window with my arms crossed. Willow took deep breaths- like I said, she does that when people are mad at her- and leaned in her seat, takin out her homework and text book. "OK, OK. I won't bother you."

I nodded and stared out the window, as we headed towards the school I oh so dearly loved. I sighed as I rubbed my head. The pain went away a bit, but it was still there, throbbing my head. I groaned as the pain suddenly increased.

When we reached the school, I quickly got out and headed to the ladies room. Willow ran after me, and I locked myself in a stall when I got there and threw up in the toilet bowl. I closed my eyes as I flushed, not wanting to see my own vomit.

I walked out of the stall, the pain still in my head. I was washing my hands when Willow handed me some Advil and a water bottle.

"It seems like the pills not working, but here, take some again anyway," she said, and I began to swallow the medicine again. I drank the water and we walked out of the ladies room, a few more minutes to spare before the bell rang.

"Why do you suddenly have a headache today?" Willow asked, and I began the tale of how the populars came to my house, and so on...

When I was done, Will squealed like a little girl. "The populars went to your house?! You ate chocolate?! Well, too bad you're allergic in some type of way to it. But that's awesome! Oh my god! I've been trying to get you to eat chocolate for years and now your-"

I didn't hear what she said next, because:

1. I was too bored to care 

and

2. I had blacked out just when the first bell rang.

*Filler chapter ^_^