Paper Airplanes

Chapter Fourteen; Sick

*Dacota's POV*

'Oh, my god,' I thought. 'Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Dacota, what have you done?!' I quickly walked to the girls' bathroom, ignoring all of Harry's calls. 'You're such an idiot, Dacota. You've sealed your doom.' Luckily, this bathroom only had one toilet, so I could lock the door and stay there for awhile, uninterrupted. I sat on the cold porcelain, my head in my hands. I could hear the bell ring, but I didn't get up. I'm going to be sick. Yep, that's what will happen. I'll tell my mom I got sick, she'll come pick me up, and I won't go to school for the rest of my life. Or, at least until Harry goes back on tour. Yes, this will definitely do. I pulled out my cellphone from my jacket pocket, sliding my thumb across the glass screen to get to contacts, then to my mother's.

"Hi, mom?" I said as she answered. I made sure to say my words with a groggy, disgusted voice. "I'm not feeling too good. Could you pretty please come and get me? I don't think I could go back to class."

"Oh, sweetie, of course I'll come and get you. Do you wanna just wait in the school's office for me?"

"Yeah, that'll do."

"OK, I'm leaving work now. See you in a few minutes. I love you."

"Love you, too, Mom." I ended the call and shakily stood up. I actually felt like I was going to be sick. I went to the mirror and splashed some cold water on my face, to look nauseated and fatigued. I swung my backpack over my shoulder and unlocked the door. When I stepped out, I looked around to see if anyone was present; there wasn't. I quickly walked to the front of the building, not wanting to catch anyone's attention. I slowed my steps when I saw the front office; wouldn't want anyone catching my fake act, for people that are sick are normally slow and in pain. I crouched over a bit and put a slack expression on my face, to make it more convincing.

When I got to the desk, I told the secretary, "My mom is coming to pick me up; I'm not feeling good."

The receptionist pouted, and crooned, "Oh, poor baby. You wait right over there for your mom." She pointed to a row of chairs next to her desk. I slumped down in one of them and dropped my bag in one next to me. I got out my phone; Mom sent me a message saying she'd be here in around five minutes.

'Are you really leaving school because you're embarrassed?' I asked myself.

'Yes, of course, I am.' a part of me whined. 'Harry's probably telling all his new friends how I kissed him and how disgusted he was and how disgusting I am and ugh, I'm such an idiot, what was I even thinking?!'

'You'll never know until you see him next.' the other part countered. 'He might think you're the prettiest girl in all of creation, but you won't know, because you're being a coward and leaving school early.'

'Oh, come on.' The other part of me was getting louder. 'Honestly, you think a celebrity would like me? A boring, nerdy, normal girl? He's gone out with people like Taylor Swift and Kendall Jenner. They're so much prettier than me. And that's that.'

"Sweetheart, are you crying?" The secretary's voice startled me out of my mental battle.

"Oh," I say. "I just wish my mom would hurry up. My stomach feels like it's gonna explode, and I just wanna go home."

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Awwww, so sad...

~Emily~