Burnt Out - Patrick Hockstetter.

Chapter 13; Sick.

"Set me on fire and fuck me with a chain saw." was the first thing she said the following day at school.

She had stayed at mine again yesterday but I stayed in my bedroom and she stayed in the basement. I did offer her my bed but she refused.

Henry raised an eyebrow at her and I snorted loudly, quite surprised, but then again not, at her greeting.

"If that's what you're in to, then sure," I replied through laughs.

"Since when do you walk to school with people?" Henry asked me when Ali went to the bathrooms.

I shrugged, "she's been staying at mine."

"That explains why she's wearing your clothes. Did you's fuck?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

"Dude, what the fuck? No. We just stayed up and watched cartoons and got drunk." I sputtered, nearly embarrassed.

He shook his head and chuckled, noticeably fiddling with his knife in his pocket.

When Ali exited the bathrooms, she said her goodbyes to Vic and I then departed to History with Henry. I unknowingly kept my eyes on them the whole time. Just before they turned the corner, Henry slung his arm around her shoulder.

I walked to social studies with a heavy feeling in my chest. It was unexplainable. Vic asked me if I was okay a couple of times but I just responded with 'yeah I'm just still hungover'.

I only did half an hour of Law before I was sent to the nurse for feeling sick.

"Do you feel like you're going to vomit?" she asked in a monotone.

I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling. What the fuck was going on?

"Have you taken any drugs or alcohol in the past 24 hours?" she asked.

I nodded my hear and mumbled 'pain killers', avoiding the truth that they were taken because I was hungover.

She sighed, "you're fine, Patrick. Just drink some water and go back to class."