mistaken | jorge + martina ✓

seventh

Jorge had already figured something was wrong with Martina. After he had brought her home, she hadn't called or texted him anymore. She just came to school the next morning and only Jorge could spot the same weakness in her eyes as before.

He decided to ignore it, not wanting to cause himself any more trouble with Martina.

She ignored him just like before. He concluded that he could only accept it. It was her decision to move on and forget him, he should do the same.

He stepped on the school terrain where he saw Martina. She was talking to her friends, her face showed an absent-minded smile. A search of well-known sadness was shown in her eyes.

The memories of them together flew through his mind. He was glad whenever they shared laughter. He had let her slip through his fingers, and he hadn't tried enough to capture every moment with her.

Everytime he thought he was close to knowing what she thought, he was completely wrong.

He shook his thoughts off and stepped inside the school building, towards his friends. Ruggero happily greeted Jorge, but he could tell something was up.

Ruggero knew he was thinking about Martina. He always had that look when he thought about her.

"Something wrong with Martina?" Ruggero asked, a grin growing on his face.

"Uh.. no nothing." Jorge trembled out and a slight laugh left Ruggero's lips.

"Like that's believable." Ruggero laughed while he hit Jorge's shoulder.

"She's just not fine and I know it, but I can't help her." He finally admitted while his green eyes darted towards his hands.

"I think there's only one thing you can do." Ruggero started as Jorge frowned. "You will have to let her go." Those words hit right in his heart.

He had to let her go. He had to stop caring or taking care of her. She had to do it by herself.

He wanted to, he really did. But he also knew he couldn't. He couldn't stop taking care of her, he loved her.

He wanted nothing bad to happen to her, it didn't matter how mad she was or how many reasons he had not to take care of her, he just did.

"I know I do, but I just can't." Jorge concluded and marched to his first lesson.

Ruggero took a deep sigh before following his friend towards the classroom. Jorge had sat down in a random seat, staring at the table in front of him

Ruggero laughed at him, totally of this world. He sat down on his seat as well.

Just then Martina walked inside the classroom. Her look was empty and blind. Cande was walking next to her, stroking her back while a worried look was shown on her face.

Jorge immediately looked up when Martina walked inside. He saw the sadness in her brown eyes.

She placed herself in a seat where Cande sat down next to her. Jorge wanted to run to her, hold her close.

"Martina, just tell me what's wrong." Cande tried for the thousand time, but the same answer left Martina's mouth again.

"Nothing." Her voice kept steady on one tempo, no emotion.

"Something has been up lately, I can see it. Please trust me." Cande begged hopelessly but it was no use again.

The nauseous feeling dropped back in Martina's body. She felt that she was on the edge of throwing up as she jumped up from her chair.

She ran out of the classroom, all eyes were on her. Cande wanted to follow her, but Jorge was quicker. He jumped up, grabbed his bag, and ran after the brunette.

Cande saw Jorge running as she placed herself in her seat again. She knew he would take care of her, even if they broke up.

Jorge ran after Martina as she ran into the girls' toilet again. This time Jorge didn't hesitate and ran inside.

Again Martina was throwing up, heavier this time. He held her hair up, and stroke her back calmingly.

She stopped throwing up and slowly leaned away from the toilet. "Thank you." She whispered out, tears leaving her brown eyes.

Jorge stood up for a split second to grab his bottle from his bag. He sat down again and let the tiny girl lean on his chest. They were sitting against the toilet wall.

Jorge slowly brought the bottle to her now purple lips. Her lips were trembling while she swallowed the cold water.

Jorge held her tight to his chest, happy to finally hold her.

The pregnancy thoughts were raging through Martina's mind. She wanted to tell him, but she also didn't. Positive and negative scenarios were played through her brain.

Mostly negative.

Even though she knew it was wrong not to tell him but still use his support, she did do it. She needed him so incredibly much.

She let herself loose in his arms. Just letting go of everything.

Jorge knew something was really wrong with Martina. She never threw up, not even when she was sick. Nobody knew why she didn't, she just never ever threw up.

Now she threw up, for the second time in 3 days. Jorge was worried, very worried.

"Martina I know something is wrong, please don't lie and tell me it's nothing." Jorge declared while he lifted her slightly from his chest.

His green eyes locked with her brown ones. "Please." Jorge begged when he noticed Martina wasn't planning on answering.

"I have one question." Martina then suddenly said.

"What?"

"What do you want to do in life, I mean what do you want your future to look like?" Martina asked, while she placed herself back on his chest.

A girl suddenly came into the toilets and looked at the two with a confused look. They were sitting against the toilet wall, holding each other.

Awkward.

"Ehm.." But before Jorge could make up an random excuse, the girl walked out again.

Both Jorge and Martina started laughing slightly. Then Martina's face turned serious again. "Back to the question." She said seriously while she held his arm around her body.

She played with his muscled fingers while he thought about what she asked. After a few seconds he started talking.

"I don't exactly know but I hope that after I finished college, I'll have my dream job. I want to become a doctor, help people. I hope to have a lovely girlfriend." He stopped talking for a second and stared at Martina's brown hair.

"I hope to marry her and to have kids when I'm around the age of 30." He finished and kissed her upon her head.

Around the age of 30.

The words dawned in Martina's mind. She would screw up his dreams, his future if she would tell him.

She jumped up from Jorge's lap with tears in her eyes. She locked her eyes with his one more time before running out of the toilets.

Jorge quickly stood up, a confused look was shown on his face. He ran behind her and just saw her almost sprinting out of the school.

Had he said anything wrong?

< Let's see if any of you notices what I did in this chapter... >
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