My Teacher ♕ H.S.

Chapter 11

I broke out into a cold sweat once again in the night. I could not stop thinking about the things Harry was going to ask or say about my incident. I looked over to the clock and the lights said that it was 3:30. I needed to think of a plan quick. 

I jumped out of bed with a great energy burst and sprinted into my bathroom. I opened the drawers and began to dig through my drawers for some type of pale cover-up. I was about to give up when I came across an almost white foundation, one that I bought for Sophie when I tried to convince her to wear some make up like a normal teenager. 

I poured some into the top and rubbed it over my face and neck, making sure to get me to look almost exactly like a ghost. The light made me look deathly sick, but that was good for today I guess. It was temporary, but it will last me a day. 

I opened my door and went down stairs to see if there was anything gross in my fridge to act as a prop for vomit. I opened the doors to find old eggs (Thanks mom for cleaning out the fridge!). I took them up to my room and cracked them into the toilet, just for the smell of puke. 

I hid the carton and got back into bed, almost puking at the smell of the eggs coming from my bathroom. 

Before I knew it, the sound of Kate’s cooking came from downstairs. As I came out of my room looking awful as possible, my mother came downstairs next to me only to go over to the bathroom. 

When I came into the kitchen, Kate gave me a look of sympathy. “You okay darling?” She asked me, giving me a plate of scrambled eggs. I couldn’t even look at them, the stench of rotten eggs still lingered in my mind. 

“I feel like I might-” I turned to get out of my chair and I ran into my room, trying to convince Kate and my mother that I was indeed throwing up. I just ran into my bathroom since the one downstairs was occupied, and flushed the toilet. 

When I came back down, Kate stood there looking at me. “I need to get ready for school-” I start.

“No you are not missy, get you butt up to you room so you can rest for the day.” She cleaned up my dishes and shooed me away. I did my victory dance when I got to my room and texted Mollie to tell her to get her ass over here. 

My mom’s friends picked her up and Kate left to go work elsewhere, and the Mollie came through my window with a bag. “Why are you pale.” She asked me.

I pointed to the cover up from under my blankets and she shook her head. “If my dad finds out I’m blaming you.” She turns on my flat screen and sits down next to me, getting out her own blanket. 

“He hates me already, It won’t make a difference.”

She laughed before turning to me with a serious face. “I am truly sorry about the whole Mr.Styles thing.”

I nodded. “It’s okay. But you have to help me sort things out.” 

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The day was almost over and Mollie and I had still not thought of an excuse for the mark my mother hade made.  We sat and ate 3 tubs of ice cream while watching Doctor Who. I looked at my alarm clock to see that my mother should be getting home not any time soon, but Kate should.