In the two seconds I had before it was necessary I respond, I contemplated how I would respond to Oran's question.
"Yes Oran! I do! I will marry you!" was my favorite idea. Strangely, I didn't get a chance to use that response because he asked me a completely different question.
"Should I ask Madison out?"
"What?? Madison? Madison who?"
"Shh. Don't be so loud I don't want her to hear us. Madison Stevens. I told you I liked her didn't I?"
He most certainly did not! Madison Stevens? She's so annoying! How could he like her instead of me? After all the times I'd listened to him over the past month? All of my suggestive selfies I put on my story just for him to see?
"You didn't but I think you should totally go for it. I mean if you're sure you really like her."
"Okay thanks. I'm gonna go do it right now."
Right now?! In the middle of 1st block? How could he humiliate me like this? I thought Oran was different.
I got up and practically ran to the bathroom as soon as he turned around and started walking towards Madison's desk.
Once I reached the safety of the handicap stall, I broke down in tears. I was so stupid to think a guy like him would ever want a girl like me.
It took me so long to pull myself together. The whole class probably thought I'd just skipped or was taking a massive shit. I didn't care. I walked back into HG's room trying to keep my head held high. The room looked the same as always. No sign that an earth shattering event(Oran asking out Madison) had just occurred...
I wonder if she said yes? They weren't like making out at their desks so there really wasn't anyway to tell. I sat down and turned to ask this girl who sits next to me, Kaitlynn, if anything had happened. "Lizzie and Jessica were harassing Oran and Madison because I guess they're dating now? Idk I'm really confused I thought they were both hella gay."
So that answers that. The man of my dreams has found someone else. What do I do?
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It's been 2 weeks, three days, and 12 hours since Oran and Madison started dating. I'm sitting in my room, crying, and thinking about all the time I wasted just staring at him when I should've been trying to snatch him up. The good ones are always taken if you wait to long! As I finish that thought, I get a text. Madison Stevens. What on earth could she want? And why would she think I care? I hate her stupid face. I read the text anyway.
"I need your help. I'm so scared for Oran. He's sick again and he won't even let me come see him in the hospital. Do you know what's going on??"
Oran is sick? Again? So sick he's in the hospital?? Why wouldn't he have told me that? To be fair, we hadn't talked much since he got with Madison but still! I wonder if it was the same stomach flu he had last time...
I texted Madison back because I actually felt really bad for her.
"It's okay Madison, he's just sick. He probably is just embarrassed and doesn't want you to see him like that. As long as he's talking to you, it's fine."
Then I immediately texted Oran.
"Madison just texted me. Are you okay?"
Read at 8:45 PM
"Hello?"
Read at 8:56 PM
"Oran I'm worried about you. Just respond"
Typing...
Read at 9:01 PM
Clearly he's fine, he just doesn't want to talk to me. I can't take a hint though, so I told my parents I had to go see a friend at the hospital. They were confused but eventually let me go. I drove, sobbing as I went, and eventually got to the hospital at 9:45. What was I doing here? I wasn't family, I wasn't his girlfriend, and I'm not even sure we're friends. They'll never let me see him.
I walked into the hospital and immediately got the chills. It smelled like death and sickness in there. The lady at the front desk was stone faced. When I asked her for Oran Hurst's room number, she didn't even blink before she gave it to me. So much for patient confidentiality.
As I walked down the long, fluorescently lit hallway, I prepared myself for the worse. Maybe Oran was like constantly throwing up or had like explosive, uncontrollable diarrhea. It didn't really matter as long as he could recover . What I didn't prepare myself for was Oran, who looked so small in his big hospital bed, with like 10 IVS in him and big heart rate monitors and stuff in the room. I'm no doctor, but this didn't seem like someone who had the flu. He looked like he was dying.
"Oran?"
He didn't lift his head. Only his eyes opened slightly.
"Tyler?"
