Chapter 2 - Here I am
I was tired of everyone making fun of me and calling me weak or just plainly not evening noticing I exist. And I figured Garyn would be there, so I turned to him and said, "I guess so." The look on his face was priceless. He still wore his smile, but it was more of a distraught one. I think I scared him. Good.
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When I got home, I picked out what I would wear Friday to the party. I ended up just picking black leggings, a large shirt that covered my legs to about mid-thigh that had a big pink heart on it and above in modern cursive it said "Mine" (it was undeniably my favorite shirt in my closet), and bright pink "combat" boots that were super comfortable . I wore a big grey sweater over (that showed the front of my shirt, don't worry) the shirt in case it was going to be cold or something. I never really picked out outfits for stuff like this before but it was fun, and I didn't need Lesley's help which made me feel good that I was at least partially independent.
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Friday. The party. I'm actually pretty excited, minus the fact I'm only going to make Garyn jealous (or at least attempt to). School had already let out and I wore my party outfit to school (nerdy, I know). I got in my truck and let Lesley get in too. I had picked her up this morning because she was coming to the party too so why not come to my house before?
When it came time to leave, we both checked each other to see how we looked . Totally good. Well, she looked gorgeous but I don't know about me.
As soon as we walked in Adem's door, a blast if terrible music greeted us and sweaty bodies dancing to it. Ew. But I just so happen to see Garyn alone sitting at a table. /Haha./ I thought to myself. He looked up just in time to see me and we locked eyes. He was confused, I could tell. I wasn't though, I knew exactly what I was doing. Lesley tried to make me dance with some random guy but I refused and walked around a bit, over to the drinks. Right when I went to grab a beer (I have no idea why I would), Adem's hand hit mine.
"I didn't think you'd come, Lori Anne Bennett. I guess I was wrong." How did he know my middle name? Though when he said it, I was confused when the room slowed around me.
"Well here I am." I fumbled with my hands a bit, nervous to be talking to someone, especially a guy like Adem, without Lesley by my side.
"There you are." He said with his smile. His eyes glistened with the disco ball shining everywhere. They were a hazel blue color.
I tried to walk off so I wouldn't have to be antagonized anymore but he grabbed my arm firmly and said, "Where you going?" He was obviously drunk. I yanked my arm away and walked over to Garyn.
"What are you doing here?" He asked me.
"Why has everyone been asking me that? First Adem when he grabbed my arm, now you with your beautifully confused face." I bent down to his eye level and smirked. I don't know what had gotten into me but I liked it. He scrunched his nose and stared at something behind me. Adem. Of course.
"Go away." I turned to him.
"My party." He smirked again. And the room slowed again. Maybe I've just been light-headed lately.
I walked away from both of them but one of them stopped me. They held my shoulder tightly and I turned slowly. It was Garyn.
"What do you want?" I asked him, turning back to my old self, nervous to talk to anyone. I fumbled with my hands.
"I was just-" he started, but I interrupted and said, "Nevermind. I'm leaving anyway." I walked and grabbed Lesley's arm who had been cooped in the corner on her phone. Typical.
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"What was that all about last night, huh?" Lesley looked at me blatantly.
"I honestly don't know, Les. I was pissed, okay?" I was trying to kind of cushion what she was saying to me.
"Was it Garyn?" she asked, seemingly concerned.
"Yeah. But it was Adem too." I just kept working on the Geometry paper in front of me.
"Okay." She let it go at that. I was surprised. Normally she drags stuff on like this for days, but she seemed to not care.
"But tell me one thing," There it is. "Why did you even go in the first place?" I didn't know what to say. I wanted to make Garyn jealous but all I did was make him mad. I shrugged my shoulders. "Whatever." She answered, shrugging her own shoulders as well.
I got a text from my mom. In the middle of class. Weird.
Mom:
The doctor called me at work today. He said he needs to see you and talk to you immediately. You have an appointment after school.
I have been going to a doctor for a while now. My physiatrist said that I needed to see a doctor for some of the things that were going on with me.
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After school, driving home, I get a call from Garyn. Of course.
"What?" I say, answering his breath.
I heard him breathe again and then
beeeeeeeeep. He hung up. Jerk.
As soon as I got home, mom made me get in the car and off we went to Dr. Rork's office.
"I have an urgent appointment with Rork." My mom said to the secretary once we entered the sterilized-smelling doctors office.
"Go right on back." The lady said. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun and she had plain navy blue scrubs.
"Ah, Lori. It's nice to see you." Dr. Rork said, walking towards us down a short hallway. He shook my mom's hand and looked at me.
"How are you?" He asked me.
"Fine." I said. I obviously didn't want to be there. He gestured into his office and for me to sit on the bed. He did the usually check up and some other tests he told me were just for precaution , but I know my mom talked to him about them when she winced every time he did a different test on me.
"So is there anything wrong?" I asked him.
By the look on his face, and on my mom's, I knew something was up. She pretty much burst into tears as she walked out of the room. Dr. Rork watched her as she shut the door.
"Miss Lori, I'm so sorry to have to inform you of this but, you have cancer."
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