Dreamer☀️ {Completed}

9. ⛅️

"Not all who wonder are aimless. Especially not those who seek truth beyond tradition. Beyond definition.
Beyond the image." -Mona Lisa Smile
^MAYBE MY FAVORITE QUOTE EVER IDK

It was something that happened regularly to me. Just like the blueness that loved to spread into my skin, the liquid fire that liked to ooze out of my nose, the little patches of hair that fell out slowly and then all at once.

My immune system was shit. Complete and utter shit. So when I got sick, I got sick. It would take days for my failing body to recover and not feel like I was sleeping on needles and this, this was one of those days.

I assumed it would go unnoticed. It always had since midway through sophomore year. No one questioned why I missed school for a week sometimes, nobody asked. Maybe that's how the rumors started circulating. That I was too drugged up to even step foot inside of school. So why on earth would today be different?

While I lay in bed, trying to keep the soup down that my mother had just prepared and my body temperature up, my phone let out that buzz that I rarely heard anymore.

We're coming over.

The message clear and simple but it lit a rocket through my heart. My bones may have felt like they were made of glass, but I still shot straight out of my bed.

"Shit, shit, fuck!" I cursed, reaching for a clean sweatshirt somewhere and letting my old sweatpants drop down to my ankles before I pulled up new ones.

They were so damn baggy. All my clothes were these days.

Sliding into my bathroom, I quickly brush my teeth and splash water over my face in a failing attempt to make myself look somewhat more decent looking.

I was a complete and utter mess.

I had just pulled my hair out of the pony tail holder it was confined in when my bedroom door burst opened.

Remind me to kill my mom later for letting them in anyways.

I knew I still looked like shit. Me sitting crossed legged on my bed, attempting to untangle the mess that was my hair. The mess that was my life.

The old Harvard sweatshirt on my body, tattered but clean nonetheless. Harvard had always been my dream. Before. Before.

"You look like shit," Derek says simply, sliding down into one of my chairs while Autumn sat behind me, taking my brush from my trembling hand and getting to work on my hair.

"And you wonder why you never get laid. You've got to compliment them. Say she has nice eyebrows, females love their eyebrows," Haden smirks while my eyes roll backwards.

"You don't get laid either," Autumn scoffs in annoyance, clearly their little issue from the other day still hasn't been resolved, "unless you've been calling that bitch Rebecca from Panda Express."

Autumn's voice holds a hard edge and bitterness to it while Derek leans back biting his lip, trying not to laugh at Haden pretending to bang his head against the wall.

"She just gave me some extra fried rice, for fucks sake. I didn't even know the girls name but you somehow managed to find everything about her in a matter of minutes, even her social security number! Maybe you're the one fucking the girl," Haden rasps, throwing his arms into to the air while Autumn throws my brush at his head.

"You annoy the hell out of me."

"Aw, I'll buy you something to do with Harry Potter. You'll forgive me." Haden smiles at her wildly while Derek and I exchange glances.