Chapter 5
Did I fall asleep? I stand up and walk over to the bathroom. Ugh, I look horrid. And feel horrid. I wash my face and feel awake. My face looks a lot better. But I feel nauseas and weak. I figure I'm just hungry.
It's only 6 P.M. Wow, I probably fell asleep at 4. Why didn't anybody wake me up? Dinner service in the dinning hall downstairs doesn't start for another hour, so I have some time to kill. I guess I should at least get ready and look pretty decent for dinner.
I walk into my room and pull my makeup bag out of my floral suitcase. First moisturizer, then BB cream, followed by concealer and then loose powder. I'm feeling horrible so I don't feel up to spending time trying to make myself look like a model. I put on cream blush and lip stain so I don't have to reapply. I can't find my darn eyelash curler so I just put on some mascara.
Outfit. A knit sweater, a white tank top, and ripped short shorts. I slip on sandals and throw my hair into a messy updo.
Ding. A text. It's probably from Noah. I check to make sure and when I see that it is from Noah, I call him and put it to speaker. I don't feel like texting back and forth because just talking is so much easier.
"Hey, Jackie," I hear Noah's voice and it makes me smile from ear to ear.
"Hey Noah... I'm not feeling so hot. I mean, I fell asleep at 4 and just woke up a few minutes ago. I feel really weak, you know that horrible feeling when you have a cold or something and all the blood rushes to your head when you stand up. And then you feel really weak." I hear him mutter. Yeah, I can tell he knows what I'm talking about. "Also, I feel like I'm gonna throw up."
"Have you eaten anything yet?" He asks.
"No, but I can tell that's not what's up. I'm eating dinner at seven. I have to go and talk to Brittany. I'll text you afterwards to tell you how I feel."
"Bye bye, Kiss." Noah says lovingly.
"Ugh. We aren't an item anymore, remember?!" I joke. Kiss used to be his pet name for me because the first time he asked me out he left a Hershey Kiss in my locker. On the little paper strip it said: Starbuck at 6 tonight? -Noah. I thought it was so completely romantic that I agreed without even thinking about it. Soon I found myself with someone who understood me so completely that he could write an embarrassing biography about my life.
"I know, I know." Noah says in a mocking tone.
"Bye already!" I yell. "Get!"
"You better be joking," he mutters.
"Of course I am."
"Alright. Goodbye."
"Bye."
I shut my phone and slip it into the pocket of my jean shorts. It weighs the pocket down so it shows at the bottom of the shorts more than it usually does. I put a "lady product" (it's that time of month again) in my purse.
As I open the door, a flush of weakness rushes over me and I fall to the floor. "Britt! Cori!" I call. The door down the hall swings open and my cousin and sister come rushing down the corridor to help me.
"Gosh, jelly legs." Cori laughs.
"Oh come on, I haven't been feeling very well," I say angrily. Not really a good time to be joking, Cori. My cousin is always saying stupid things, but I'm not in the mood for it.
"We can tell," Britt looks concerned. "You crashed about an hour after we got to the hotel. We were about to wake you up, but it looks like you did that yourself."
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