Medicated Dreams // Weston Koury // PART 2

Chapter 1: All I Want

One Week Later

Savanna POV:

"Time for breakfast!" I slowly flickered my eyes open looking around my room. I rose up and stretched adjusting my eyes to the bright sun shining through my curtains. I smelled pancakes and eggs, my favorite. I stood up and glanced at my phone. 6:15 A.M. 5 missed calls from Weston and 3 messages. I scoffed and threw my phone down walking out my door and down into the kitchen. "There she is. Morning sweetie." I gave a small smile as my dad kissed my forehead and went back to flipping pancakes. "Good morning best daddy in the whole world!" I said in an innocent, puppy dog voice. He turned around and rolled his eyes saying, "Ok, what do you want?" I chuckled and pleaded, "Please, please, please don't make me go to school today. Please! I still feel sick." He scoffed and said, "Now Savanna. I let you skip school last week and we agreed this weekend you are going back today. And plus, I know why you don't want to go." I looked up and said, "You do?" He nodded and replied, "Yes sweetie. I'm not stupid or blind. Weston has been over several times and you are trying to ignore him. Did you two have some sort of a fight?" I stared into space wishing I could say No, we didn't get in a fight. I got raped dad. And Weston did nothing. He lied to me. But instead I said, "Yeah, kind of." My dad clicked his tongue and set down a plate with pancakes and eggs in front of me. "Darling, everyone has fights. The key is not to run away from them. You have to talk them out and make up because I'm sure whatever it is, you will get through it." I quietly scoffed and took a bite into the eggs. "Yeah, you're right dad. Thanks," I said shoveling the food into my mouth. I got up and kissed him on the cheek and ran back upstairs to get ready. I got in the shower and washed my stinky body and shaved. I got out, blow dried my hair, and curled it. I sprayed some hair tease on my hair and did my makeup. I decided to go all out. I did foundation, concealer, bronzer, blush, and highlighter. Then I filled in my eyebrows, put on some eyeliner, mascara, and some mauve lipstick. I looked in the mirror and wowed even myself. I threw on some high PINK tights, a Hollister hoodie, and some converse. I tied a plaid shirt to my waist and looked in the mirror. "Perfect, " I mumbled as I glanced at my phone. Shit! The bus will be here any minute. I grabbed my backpack and phone and ran downstairs. "Bye dad! Love you!" I yelled slamming the door. I walked to the bus stop casually trying to not look rushed as I noticed Weston standing there staring down at his phone. He looked awful. His hair was not spiked up, he had bags under his eyes, and his clothes didn't even match. I stood at a distance from him hoping he wouldn't see me as I pretended to do something on my phone. Luckily I saw my friend James standing there. He and I became friends when I first moved here but we haven't really talked. I decided to walk up to him as I said, "Hey James. How are you?" He smiled and said, "Hey Savanna! I'm good!" We started talking until the bus arrived as I glanced to my left. Weston was staring right at me as if I was some alien from another planet. I ignored him and continued to talk with James. "Want to sit together?" I nodded and walked onto the bus followed by James. I picked a seat three down from Weston and sat by the window as James plopped down. We continued to talk about random stuff like subjects, movies, and life. But all I could think about was Weston. When James wasn't looking at me, I looked over to Weston. He didn't look at me a single time. We arrived at school as everyone on the bus flooded out including James and I. Except for Weston. He was asleep. I stood there staring at him leaned against the window passed out. I felt an aching pain in my heart as James tapped me on the shoulder and said, "I will wake him up." He went back on the bus and shook Weston until he stood. God, he looked like shit. He got his bag and dragged himself off the bus walking right past me like I was ghost. I felt like I was about to puke and cry at the same time as I ran inside the school and right to the bathroom slamming the stall door shut. I began to softly sob falling down to the floor. The five minute bell rang but I didn't care. I sat there during all of first period when the second bell rang. I stood up and wiped my eyes as I opened the stall making sure no one was there. I looked in the mirror and reapplied some mascara. I took a deep breath and held it as I walked out into the crowded hallway. Students were rushing to get to their lockers and others were chatting with each other. And then there was me. Just walking like a zombie completely zoned out to my locker not giving one shit in the world whether everyone was staring at me or talking about me. I didn't care. I missed Weston so much it hurt. But I was still pissed at him. I mean, it's not his fault what happened. But he promised me nothing would happen. He promised. I felt an aching feeling in my stomach as I opened my locker and grabbed my history book. Suddenly I felt cold hands wrap my eyes. "Guess who?" I chuckled and turned to find James carrying his backpack on one shoulder. "Hi," I said smiling as I shut my locker and began to walk. "Where were you during first period? I didn't see you in class." I paused and said, "Oh, I didn't feel too good. Think it was something I ate." I lied as he nodded and waved goodbye heading to his next class. I smiled and said, "See ya." I never noticed how cute and sweet he was. Wait, what? Stop it Savanna! I love Weston. We just need a break is all. I walked into my next class and saw Weston slouching down on his desk. I couldn't tell if he was asleep or not. I sat down in my assigned seat next to him and got out my stuff. He looked up and stared at me as I tried not to look at him. "Savanna? Can we talk?" He groaned. I slowly looked over at him and stared right into his eyes as my heart dropped. He looked so............tired. I can tell he had been crying but I wasn't going to mention that. "Uh-um.....yeah." I stuttered. He nodded slowly and whispered, "After class." Suddenly the teacher started talking telling us to quiet down and turn to page 98. The rest of class was a blur. All I could think about was this boy sitting next to me. My first love. My best friend. My one and only. The love of my life Weston Koury.

A/N: Yesssssssssssssssssssssssss

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