Promise to the Moon

Chapter 8

"What do you mean 'what brownies'?" I asked, concern lacing through my voice.

"I left early this morning. I didn't have time to make brownies."

"Oh god, oh god, oh g-" my eyes widened as I felt a thick substance crawl its way up my throat and beg to be set free. I covered my mouth with my hand and ran to the bathroom. I swung the door open and fell to my knees in front of the toilet bowl. The contents in my stomach emptied in a matter of seconds. I felt a hand pull my hair back off my face and another rubbing my back gently. Once my stomach had had enough, I rested my back on the side of the cupboard.

Jasper looked back into the toilet bowl and he sighed.

"Are you okay?" He asked concerned.

"I'm fine now," I said with a weak smile.  He sighed and looked at me unconvinced.

"What were you saying about the brownies? I think you might've gotten food poisoning."

"Nothing. I-" I closed my eyes and shook my head. "I'll talk about it later."

He sighed and nodded. I mouthed a 'thank you' to him as he left the bathroom. Moments later, he returned.

"Do you want me to take you to your room?" He asked. I nodded and he carried me to my room bridal style. He placed me on top of my bed and pulled the sheets over me. With a kiss on my head, he left my room. "Hold on." he smiled and left only to come back with a laptop and a packet of Oreos. "Figured we'd watch a bit of Netflix. How does Degrassi sound?"

I smiled and nodded. He waddled over to my bed and sat on the opposite side. He placed the laptop at the end of the bed where we finished a season and a half of the show nibbling on some Oreos before I fell asleep.

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"Hey," Elliot whispered for the billionth time and poked my back. "Hey," he whispered again.

"What?" I answered and turned around not wanting to get any more annoyed. It was the time of the month and he's lucky things didn't get ugly.

"What's the answer to number three?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Mr Matthews just explained it. Were you not paying at-"

"Mr Cooper. Miss Blake. Would you care to share your discussion with the class?" Mr Matthews said, crossed his arms and leaned on the desk.

"No, sir," Elliot murmured. Mr Matthews sighed and continued the equations on the board.

"It's seven," I whispered back.

"Are you two sure? Because I'd be happy for you to continue your conversation in detention." Mr Matthews raised an eyebrow with a stern look plastered on his face.

"I was just asking about the wo-"

"Detention!" He yelled. "No answering back, young man."

"He was just asking a question." I defended and stood up. "It's not fair. He didn't understand something so he asked me. It's not his fault you're lacking teaching skills."

The class fell into silence. His pale face raged with anger as it flushed red.

"Well then, I'd be happy to see you both in after school detention for the rest of the week! Do I make myself clear?"

I slumped into my seat and crossed my arms over my chest knowing that it's best not to argue. "Crystal."

He smiled victoriously. "Great."

The bell rang directly after which signalled the end of class. I quickly gathered my things and went over to Elliot who was already walking out of the room.