Unleashed

8: The Morning After .2

The Morning After- Part 2,

I woke up to a pulsing in my head. I groaned with a sniffle as I sat up and looked around with one eye open. The clock read 9:17 AM, that'd be third period- math. Groaning again,  I stretched out my aching body and put all the cards, photos and other momentos back into my mom's box and hid it in the closet, grabbing some clothes on the way out. I changed and grabbed my bag, leaving the room. 

I stomped my heavy body down the stairs. I walked past the couch in the dark living room. As I came to the front door I thought about pulling open the heavy dark red curtains. I shook my head and groaned. The door blurred in front of me. I blinked hard opening the door and stepping out. Oh god. The sun blinded and burned my eyes.

Shielding my eyes, I walked down the creaky steps. My toes caught the wood and my body hit the ground with a heavy thud. A long groan came from my lips as I slowly pushed my body up. Get your shit together. You can't be sick. I pushed my body to the drive way and yanked the truck door open. I shakily put the keys in, turned it and shifted gear. I pulled the truck out of the driveway and drove to the school.

Yanking the keys out and tossing them in my backpack,  I pushed open the door.  It groaned with the action. Same, door, same. I slammed the door, not even caring, and I dragged my body to class.  I paused and changed my route to the office. 

I knocked my nuckles on the plastic window.  Jenny looked over and wheeled her way to the window.  "Late?" I nodded,  rubbing my temple.  She set the pass in front of me to sign.  I did and gave her the pen. 

"You should see the nurse.  Hangovers and classwork don't work together. " She joked.

"I don't drink, Jen. I think I'm just getting sick. I'll see her later if it gets worse. Thanks. "  Jenny nodded and pushed her wheelchair back to the other desk. 

I walked to class slowly.  Not just because I hate math.  I opened the door and paused to hand her the slip.  "Wow!  You came with, " she glanced at the clock. "Twelve minutes left.  Amazing job. " She turned to the board and continued talking.  Sarcastic wench.

I ploped into my seat and laid down.  The cool desk felt like water in the dessert on my forehead.  Maybe that guy from the store got me sick. God I hope not, That was gross. 

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Ryan psyched the ball to Josh and ran for the dunk, at last second Hunter hit the ball away and Drake caught up to it and ran off. 

They make me dizzy.

I need to find Penny and get some Advil or whatever she's got.  I have to do something about this migraine. 

"Hey,  you feelin' better?" I heard a deep voice say.  I turned to the coach.  I shook my head slowly.  "Maybe you should go to the office.  You look pale." Again? What's with telling me to go to the nurse today? Do I look that crappy?

"I'm going home after lunch. " I lied.  He nodded and walked to the girls playing basketball. 

I sniffled as Drake winked at me.  Bitch, please.

The bell rang and I cringed.  I grabbed my backpack and dragged my body to the doors. I'm so done with today.

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I growled under my breath as bodies shoved passed me. The migraine had switched into overdrive.

I winced at the fluorescent lights. I got pushed through the cafeteria doors and stumbled into line. After I grabbed my food,  I looked for Penny and Marco. I walked and collapsed on the bench. Pushing my tray away,  I laid down. 

"Hey," Marco said, glancing up. "The fuck happened to you?" Penny's head snapped up from her phone and she gasped. 

"Who hit with their truck? Is it your time?" I shook my head and groaned. "Headache?" I shook my fist up and down.

I heard the familiar rattle of pills and thanked God for Penelope. I looked up as she set them down next to my green beans. I grabbed the water and pills, then tilted my head back. I swallowed the pills and half the water.

"Damn. Thirsty much? " I glared at Marco. "Ooorr not. " He dragged out.

"I didn't realize I was that thirsty. Maybe I'm getting sick, I don't know.  But I got outta' P. E., so. " I shrugged,  as I looked over my food. I stabbed the green beans and cringed as they touched my tongue, I spit them out on the tray.  "Gross." I croaked.

"I thought you liked green beans? Are you that sick?" Penny shook her head as her eyebrows furrowed in concern. 

Marco's hand reached for my chicken sandwich. I smacked it before I could think.  "Obviously not sick enough to give up the damn chicken.  You animal. " He insulted.  I snapped my teeth at him. 

"Imma peruana!" I squeaked in a childish voice.

"Freak."

"Player." I whispered with a sniffle.  He gasped,  placing his hand on his chest.

"I pride myself on being a gentleman and one-girl-only kind of man, " he said proudly.  A girl in skinny jeans walked by and his head followed.  "Dat ass though." We both laughed at him. 

"You, my dear sir, are an idiot. "I said with a bad English accent.  He flipped me off while still starring after the girl.

I coughed for a minute as Pen's lips moved and she pushed her water towards me. I sighed as the fit stopped.  "Sorry," I coughed again, "I didn't hear you." I grabbed my water and swallowed gulp after gulp.

"Maybe you should go home and sleep.  You really don't look good." She told me, digging in her purse.

"Like really bad, Kit. You look like a zombie. Not hot." I blanched at him.  He ignored me and took a bite of his pizza. I sniffled with a frown.

"I feel like one. Minus the brain thing. " I twirled my finger around near my head.

"Zombies aren't about the brain, remember? They just want your muscles and gunk. Here, take a look." Penny handed me her small lotus compact mirror. 

I took it but didn't open it. "What if I don't want to?" I sassed and sniffled.

"Fight me, Hobbit."Marco said with food in his mouth.