Gasoline.

Chapter 17: Only Two Left

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Chapter 17: Only Two Left

My head starts pounding and I take it in instinct to leave the room before I wake Grayson up and start yelling.

The door 'clicks' as it shuts behind me and so I take my remaining effort and head towards the hospital canteen. "Everyone's seriously starting to get really annoying."

I continue to walk down the halls, taking my time but keep my head down.

Ping!

I take my phone out of my pocket and check the message.

Mum:
Katie, where are you?

I put the phone back into my pocket and do not answer, everyone's been expecting me to answer for everything and I'm not in the mood to anymore.

Ping!

Mum:
Katie, answer me. Are you still in the hospital?

Katie:

Yes.

I continue to make my way down the corridors and I push the double doors open and find myself in the canteen.
Just like this morning, I can smell all the different types of food. I go over to the cold section and grab myself a bottle of Coke Zero and make my way over to the tills to pay...

But, then as I walk past...

I see cupcakes.

Six glorious cupcakes looking at me and wishing for me to try. So I grab all six.

I do not regret it.

I sit at a small square table by the window and open the pack of cakes. "This looks good."

I take the first cupcake out of its wrapper and start to eat it. The fluffy cake melts in my mouth as the vanilla frosting tops it off and gives me that sugar rush feeling.

"Those look good." I hear a voice say behind me, I sit straight up and put my cupcake onto the table. Startled, I turn around and face the body belonging to the voice behind me.

He was beautiful.

Gorgeous.

Whatever words you generally use to describe a boy.

He smirks at me. "Enjoying the view?"

I can feel the heat rushing to my cheeks and I look down at the ground. I hear the scrape of a wooden chair and look up to find him eating one of my cakes.

Instead, he's not eating it...

He's ripping it in half.

"Excuse me?" I look at him puzzled. "What are you doing?"

"Eating." He replies. "We have to do that to survive you know."

"Can you not rip my good food apart though please."

"It tastes better this way, trust me."

"How can I trust you? You're eating my food and didn't bother asking!"

He continues to eat my food and every now and then, he looks up to see me glaring at his pretty face. He gives the same reaction each time. A smile.