Strawberry Sweet

.I've Brought the Coffee to You, Blue Eyes.

🍓Chapter Thirteen: I've Brought the Coffee to You, Blue Eyes🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet 🍓

I rush out of the class room with out a second glance. I run down the hallway gaining curious glances from passers by.

I open the brown bathroom door and head straight to the bathroom cubical at tilt my head into the toilet hurling to my stomach's content.

I wipe my mouth and get up to go look in the mirror. I grab a paper towel to wipe off the blood coming from my nose and rinse my face in hopes of cooling my burning skin.

I spend the next five minutes washing my hands in a daze.

Once that is all done I take my phone out of my pocket to text Tatiana

To: Tots the Thot

Can you get my stuff after class and bring it to me? I'll be in my car. I think I'm just going to go home. Im not feeling well :/

After a few moments of trying to steady my breathing my phone buzzes next to me.

From: Tots the Thot

Sure thing! I really hope you feel better. Is everything okay?

I smile at her kindness.

To: Tots the Thot

Yeah, everything's fine. Like I said, I'm just not feeling well. Thanks again.

I check myself in the mirror once again and manage to carry myself to the senior parking lot to wait in my car.

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After a well needed nap and a whole lotta pain killers later I finally managed to calm my breathing and throbbing head ache.

I was laying on my bed in my room in order to not have to face the empty house as I remember that my mom isn't here to take care of me when I'm sick, like she used to.

I always loved my moms nick name for me. While others would call me 'Nick' or 'Nikki' and my family would call me 'Barry' my mother had her own special nickname for me. She would call me 'strawberry sweets' and I loved it.

When she had started making strawberry pies for me my brother would tease me for how often I would eat them. I mean, really. I could eat an entire strawberry pie by myself in under thirty minutes. -Probably not such good life choices- but ever sense I had seen my mom in the hospital bed... I can't even stand the taste of strawberries.

My first day of school at WRH -Waterridge High- my dad had tried to make me a strawberry pie to cheer me up. And I know, at least he tried and that's what counts, yeah, yeah. But when I took the first bite of the warm pie I ran to the bathroom immediately and threw up. Needless to say dad was disappointed and wore a look of defeat on his face for the rest of the week. But I couldn't help it. It just wasn't moms pie.

I had texted Drake a while ago to tell him I was not feeling well and that I would have to cancel coffee for today. Needless to say I felt horrible that I had flaked on him two times in a row. But what was I supposed to do?

I pause 'Ten things I hate about you' when my bedroom door opens revealing a flawless looking Drake in my door way wearing a cheesy smile.

"Hey, blue eyes" he greets me as he sits down on my bed next to me, placing two coffee cups down.

"Hey, Air head. Coffee?" I ask pointing incuriously at the two cups. Of course it's coffee, dumb ass. Damn, my inner voice is really snappy today.