3 Months (Ross Lynch)

17. A Possible Girlfriend

Baylee

Arriving home from the party, I was ready for bed. Jake had fallen asleep hours back and was now being carried to bed by my father.

I was in my room, preparing for bed, when it happened.

I was having issues breathing. I couldn't breathe. I was clasping onto my chest, trying with all my might to get some oxygen.

Thankfully, my father came when he did.

Coming in to tuck me to sleep, his eyes grew wide noticing the state I was in. As if everything was in slow motion, he grabbed the supply of oxygen I only have to take every once in a while, pushing it over my mouth and nose. Grabbing me into his hold he rushed out the door.

Leaving a sleeping Jake in the house as we drove to the hospital.

***

It was now Monday.

Jake was at school, Ross was at school, dad was at work.

I'm all alone, to be buried in my thoughts.

I haven't moved from my bed all day. My dad had brought me my medications I needed to take before he left this morning. I barely got any sleep last night. Ross's words kept echoing through my mind.

The last thing I wanted from him was pity.

But what if that's the only reason he started talking to me? That he felt sorry for me and my stupid list. I didn't need that, I didn't need to be used by some guy in hopes of making the dying girls' wish come true. That thought alone makes me sick to my stomach.

I mean, I don't know what he does at school. Does he have a girlfriend that I don't know about? Does he go around kissing and flirting with all of his friends? Is he secretly in love with Calum?

I honestly have no idea.

I don't wanna be used, I wanna be loved.

I just hope that Ross's ambitions are the second option, not the first.

But wallowing myself with my thoughts all day are not going to make myself feel better. If anything it's making me feel worse.

The thought of Ross using me was too much to handle. He didn't seem like that, not at all. Yet again, I've only known him for about 2 months. I don't know everything about him, and I'll never get to. He seems like the type of person to treat people right. Mildly popular, knowing the difference between right and wrong.

Someone to be used, not the person using someone else.

The TV was losing my interest. It was about 11 in the morning. Nothing good was ever on at this time. Unless you count old people shows and shows for the youth.

I decided to call my mom. The last time we talked we didn't leave it on a good note. We argued, about Ross. I don't need any regrets in my life, and with my mom living that far away, I needed to talk to her.

She should be on her lunch break. (It's never at the actual time of lunch). Sneaking into my dad's office, I logged onto his laptop. Quickly clicking the Skype app, I found my moms username. I clicked on call, waiting patiently, hoping she would pick up.

Just as I thought I had no hope, and that she wasn't going to pick up, she answered the call.

"What is it that you want, Adam?" Her voice groaned. As if noticing he was the father (and guardian) of me, her voice went frantic. "Oh my god, is it Baylee? What's wrong? What did you do to her?"

I laughed causing her to finally lift her head up. "I'm perfectly fine mom." She sighed in relief. "Well, as fine as I'll ever be."

"How ya doing, sweetie?"