Be My Friend

Chapter 50: Don't Feel Quite Right

"At this rate I'm literally going to die." I confess and take another drag.

I'm sure the difference couldn't be told from being high and the lack of sleep in my eyes.

"Probably." Riley nods in agreement and stuffs a handful of Cheetos into her mouth.

She seemingly gets more on her shirt than anything. She gives me a quick glance, scanning my face.

"You should probably eat something, though. When was the last time you ate?" She asks and picks the crumbs off her shirt.

I think for a moment. "A couple days ago -I think." I answer. She casts me a look. "What? Is that bad?" I ask, blinking owlishly.

"Idiot. Yes, that's bad. Eat a slice of bread or something. Appetite or not -just eat something." She says sternly.

I snort and pick a Cheeto out of the bag and pop it into my mouth. I give her a look as if to say, 'happy now?' She rolls her eyes and gets up from her seat to fetch a different snack to munch on.

I feel a slight shift in the atmosphere and the air drops a bit in temperature. A tall figure suddenly stands over my petit frame on the couch. Sculpted brows narrow at me and a scowl twists at his lips.

"Did I hear you just say you have not eaten in two days?" He snaps in a sharp tone. I wince.

The air seems to crackle with a power that makes the airs on my arms stand up.

He runs a hand through his hair. "Mason, I swear to myself if you don't eat something I will personally shove food down your throat with my own hands-"

I put my hands up in defence as his eyes flash in serious warning. "Sheesh, alright alright." I begin getting up from the couch. "I didn't know you were that kinky but-" A frustrated growl has me sprinting to the kitchen with restrained chuckles.

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"Look, a piece of toast and a cup of tea. Bon appetite." I declare with pride.

He squints at me suspiciously and I nibble on the food and he visibly relaxes. I really am not hungry and my stomach twisted in protest at being filled but Alex is right. I should probably start eating a little bit more. He seemed really worried and that's the last thing I intended.

The past days have been hell. There continues to be this constant nagging and my stomach churns. It's been incredibly hard to ignore. I rub my eyes and run my hands through my hair in frustration.

"This is ridiculous." I set my tea down after taking another gulp and cross my arms over my chest.

"What is?" Alex asks in curiosity watching me closely. He sits next to me on the couch, long legs kicked up over mine.

"This pit in my stomach," I frown, "It's as if I'm missing something. It's like a bad feeling, you know? Something feels off." I shrug and twist the lobe of my ear between my fingers nervously.

"I can see it on your face everytime you stare off, how much it's bothering you." He grabs my hand. "Maybe walking around the house might trigger what it is. It could just be something you forgot to do." He suggests with a shrug. I ponder that.

"Yeah, maybe." I nod in agreement. "I don't think that's it, but I know eventually it will go away. I used to have these gut feelings before. I could tell something bad was coming." I admit, biting at my lip.

"And in those scenarios did something bad happen?" He asks, squeezing my hand. A shiver travels through me.

"Yeah, always." I brush my thumb across his knuckles and give the back of his hand a kiss.

He frowns when I don't eleborate, and I lapse back into contemplative silence.