Famously Not

Chapter 2: You Never Missed It Until You Had it

I don't normally leave notes before each chapter but since watt pad or my computer or me is being stupid and won't let me upload a you tube video I'll just tell you what songs to listen to before the chapter ;)

For this chapter I reccomend playing Don't Forget by Demi Lovato. 

Go to your itunes or yout tube right now and play it while you're reading. Really sets the mood, it was the song I listened to while writing the beginning of this chapter and the end of the last one. 

;D enjoy!

I lay on my back, sprawled out on my bed. I couldn't sleep with thoughts of him filling my head. I still remember his blue eyes and those gentle hands. And how my heart had sped up so fast even Midnight must have heard.

What had happened? Was he a molester, or was he drunk, or was he just being honest and stupid?

I touched my cheek where his hand had brushed against my face. I found a sudden longing for him and instantly hated myself for it. He had a girlfriend and he was twenty three. He must have been drunk. Tobias Anderson didn't have the time of day for some girl who's body was betraying her rationality. Stupid hormones, stupid gorgeous face, stupid, stupid, stupid. Stupid everything!

I groaned in frusteration and rolled over, shoving my face into my pillow and began crying. What was I going to do? Why was I getting these feelings over some stupid guy that I just thought was hot, I didn't even know him at all.

I couldn't face him. I didn't want to go to school today. I just couldn't.

I tip-toed downstairs to the kitchen. Yanking open the fridge I pulled out a box of week-old, nasty moldy, rancid pizza. I couldn't believe I was doing this.

I placed it on the kitchen island and hopped onto a bar stool, pulling the cardboard box closer to me. I slowly opened it and gagged at the smell. Reluctantly, I picked up a peice and shoved it in my face.

By the time I had finished two slices I was crying it tasted so bad and gagging on the horrible stuff. I chucked the box in the garbage and raced tp the bathroom.

I fell to the floor and doubled over the toilet bowl. I felt that terrible choking feeling in my throat and up it came. It just kept coming along with everything else left in my stomach, from my mouth and nose, the acrid smell filling the air and making me gag even more. I retched until it hurt my gut too much to even try anymore, the convulsions wracking my body, but nothing came up anymore but spit. I gasped for air and wiped my face off with toilet paper.

I could have faked being sick and avoided this whole situation but my mom would know. I hated being sick, but it would be better than seeing him. I staggered upstairs and knocked on my parents' bedroom door.

My mom came out looking tired as hell. She gasped when she saw me. "What's wrong honey?"

"I'm sick, I threw up, but at least I made it to the toilet. Can't go to school," I barely managed to get the words out before I dashed into the hall bathroom for another not-so-friendly visit with the toilet.

~~~

"WHERE ARE YOU?" Declan yelled into the phone.

"Home sick," I mumbled, my throat sore, voice hoarse.

"WHY? You were fine yesterday!" he whined.

"Food poisoning. Bring my homework by later from my classes will you? And give Midnight a nice pet and a couple carrots too please, and explain to him why I'm not there and tell him I'm really sorry."