You know bad things happen when you can't control how sleepy you get, even when you've had over the required amount by like three times. So far this week I've gotten three detentions, all because I fell asleep in class. The bags under my eye's continue to grow along with the cancer inside of me, and it's like the happier I get the more tired I am. Making me forever aware of my medical problems.
And it seems the more aware I get, the more aware my family gets. The bags under my eyes forever prominent, showing to my mother that I shouldn't be going to school. But I put up a fight every time she brings it up I shoot her down with a sarcastic remark about how I am exactly like everyone else. But I'm not and I know that, I just wish I was. Why did I have to be so different? why did I have to have stupid cancer problems?!
I didn't understand, and I guess that's why I was always mad. But now, I guess I understand where she's coming from. I mean 3 detentions within a week, it seems unreal, like how could someone get detention 3 times? But I guess it's just my luck.
I haven't talked to Zoland in a few days. I actually haven't seen him since I went to his house. His family was wonderful, definitely not the type of people I would have thought to live in a place so torn down like that, but hay... You can't judge a book by its cover, right?
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As I walk to detention alone my shoulder starts to feel heavy, when I look over to see why I see the very problem for my thoughts standing in front of me. As Zoland sees the worn-out look that is imbedded in my face his smile turns worrisome.
"Hey! How's your day been Bubbles? "
"Bubbles? Where did you get that? "I ask.
Zoland rolled his eyes, " it's none of your Business, I just like calling you that... Bubbles. "
"OK fine, and for the record, my day has been very uneventful other than the detentions I got today. "
"NO! bubbles, you can't get detention! You've just put a stopper on our plans. " He whined in misery. Sometime I look at him and wonder why people are so afraid of him. Maybe they just don't take the time to get to know him, like I did.
"Well it wasn't really intentional so... "
"what did you do to get taken from me Bubbles? "
"Fell asleep."
"That's it, they normally give you a warning!"
"4 times"
"Bubbles, is there something wrong? "He said, a look of worry on his face. I didn't want to tell him, I didn't want his pity too.
"No, I'm fine." yes, I'm dying!
"Ok, but if anything comes up, you'll tell me right? "
"of course I will. What kind of friend would I be if I didn't tell you?"
Zoland smirked. "Boyfriend? "
My mind stopped, what? Did he just say boyfriend? But I... But he... But. But.
"What?" was all I managed
"I don't like the term friend when it comes to me an you bubble. Will you be my boyfriend? "
YES! YES, YES,YES, FINALLY YESSSS!
"okay, sure, yeah. "I fumbled
"Good, so where should we go for our first date? And before you say anything... I will be paying. "
"I don't know. I haven't really been to any restaurants since I moved here. "I answered.
"Than its settled we're going to Patty's. Cutest place you'll ever go, trust me"
Detention was completely forgotten about as Zoland and I talked. Some how we ended up outside and in front of Zoland's Crotch rocket.
"You get on the front so I know you won't fall off. " He stated
I just did as told and he smiled down at me as he got behind me.
"you live with Darcy, right? " he asked.
"Yeah, for a while anyway. "
"Okay, "
And after that he started the motor, I was surprised at the vibrations that shot through my lower parts. I could feel Zoland behind me, laughing.
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By the time we got to my house I had already came twice, the second time because Zoland started grinding his own hard-on into my ass. Lucky for me, it didn't seem through.
As he pulled up to the gate that was surroundings my home the guard asked who it was from the speaker.
" it's me Tony, I got a ride with a friend of mine. "
"Jayden your family was worried sick when your brothers showed up here saying you had detention, than when the school called saying you ditched! You had your mother calling everyone in the phone book!" he said as he opened the gate.
" you know in your condition you shouldn't even be going to school, let alone be parted from your brothers. "He continues.
"Tony shut up!" I panic. What of Zoland starts asking questions? I'll have to tell him!
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Last First Date.
Short StoryLeukemia, a malignant progressive disease in which the bone marrow and other blood-forming organs produce increased numbers of immature or abnormal leukocytes. These suppress the production of normal blood cells, leading to anemia and other symptoms...