Chapter 5

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***Katie's POV***

I was in a few more classes with Darcy today, and she was right. She is having trouble focusing. I'm really beginning to wonder if something else isn't wrong with her. You see, I want to major in the medical field, so I know symptoms to a lot of things. Because of this, I'm very worried for Darcy, even though I've only just met her. She's had headaches, dizziness spells, and focusing issues. I wonder if.....no, no it can't be. I shake that thought from my head. That cannot possibly be it!

"What cannot possibly be what?" I glance over at Aylissa, the girl who sits next to me in English. She stares at me in a confused way, and I just smile.

"Nothing, I guess I just accidentally thought aloud." I whisper back. The teacher in this class is really nice, and I don't feel like getting in trouble, so I put my focus back on him. Aylissa is really sweet, though you wouldn't have guessed it. She's not a girly-girl. She's more rebel looking. Straight, jet-black hair with red streaks, face and ear piercings, even tattoos. She nods, accepting my answer, and returns to staring blankly at a wall. English is my last class, so afterwards, I head outside to my car. It's the newest Mustang model, and I love it to pieces! It's my favourite colour, red, and was my birthday present in June. I glance over towards all the people who are walking home, and see Marcel. I thought he and Darcy ride together? Maybe she had to leave early because she wasn't feeling well. "Marcel, Marcel! Need a ride?" I call to him. He glance up at me, and seems to contemplate my offer. After a minuet, he walks over to me.

"It won't be too much trouble?" He asks, pushing his glasses up.

"Not at all! I thought you and Darcy rode together?" I say, opening the driver side door. He sits down on the passenger side and admires the interior.

"Normally, we do, yes. Today, however, she left after lunch due to her headache worsening." He says, the concern in his voice.

"Oh, well, I hope she feels better." I say, and he nods. It's quiet as I pull out of the parking lot, so I decide to try to strike up another conversation. "So, have any ideas of what you want to major in?" I ask. Marcel's face lights up, and I know I've found a good topic.

"Definitely, yes! I am going to major in computer science. I to create a company even more successful than Apple." He smiles as he thinks about his dream. Then he turns to me, "What about you, Katie. Do you know what you want to major in?" Now it's my turn to smile.

"Actually, I do. I want to become a doctor. Specifically, an oncologist. A doctor who specialises in cancer." I say, smiling to myself. I've always wanted to be a doctor, ever since I was little, but now I've finally decided which area to specialise in.

"That's so cool!" Marcel says. I pull up in front of his house, since he gave me directions. He puts his hand on the door handle, and the hesitates. He looks over at me. "Thank you for the ride home, would you like to come in?"

"Aw, you're welcome, Marcel. Thanks for the invitation, but I promised to help my sister, Belle, with some homework today. Maybe some other time?" I feel really bad as his face falls, but I really did tell my sister I would help her. He slowly nods his head.

"Maybe some other time." He says quietly. I sigh as I drive off, because I really want to hang out with him. He seems like such a sweet boy. I don't think about him like I like him or anything, though. I have a boyfriend. I pull into my driveway as I go over this, and my phone starts to ring. I glance down at the face staring back at me from the iPhone 27. Well speak of the devil. I pick it up and answer as I open the car door.

"Hello, love. Miss you!" I say, as I smile a bittersweet smile.

"I miss you, too, babe. When are you going to come back and visit?" William Tomlinson's voice comes through the phone. Yes, I am dating my dad's best friend's son. The paps absolutely love that. We've been dating officially for a year now, because we weren't aloud to date until we were sixteen, but we've been mentally dating since we were fourteen.

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