I woke up to get ready for school and Timothee came with me. I wore athletic shorts and a grey shirt with an athletic jacket. This time he drove my car and payed for gas. We got gas station breakfast and ate it in the school courtyard. We hadn't dropped any hints of any relationship going on to the bitchy cliques that are the student body. Me and Andrew are lunch in the golfing range with my other friend Amelie. "Andrew has a man now." She said with her mouth full of sandwich. "Is it the guy from the party?" I asked him. "Yeah, his name is Miguel." Andrew said lying down. "I'm so desperate right now I'm signing up on an lgbt dating forum." Amelie said finishing her sandwich. "I don't think you'll find someone as good as that sandwich." I said. She winked. "You're not wrong." We heard the bell ring for fifth hour and we looked at each other and ran to the school. I was sweaty and tired. I found my seat and I slouched and tried to pop my back. It started to get annoying to the chick behind me because she kept tapping on my head. "What?" I said. "Don't slouch it makes you look like a whore." She said looking at my legs. "Then I guess we have something in common." I said smiling. "Fake ass bitch." She scoffed and laughed. The teacher actually heard her this time. "Alexa, again?" She got up and went out into the hall with a piece of paper. My first thought was 'ha' but then Alexa was Timothee's ex girlfriend. I kinda laughed, and thought she's kinda funny though.
When school ended I went down to the gym and changed into my running clothes and ran home and expected Tim to get my car home. I felt worn out about three miles away from my house. I called My mom and told her where I was. "Kid, you're not as fast as Usain. Please drive next time. Your car is home by the way." She said hanging up.
I sat down by the road as the sun set. I saw a few girls from school look at me and point. I'm legit just sitting on the side of a road waiting for a ride, that's clearly rare enough to make a conversation about it. They began to cross and talk to me. "What are you doing?" A girl named Mica said. "I ran home after school. I got tired, so my mom is picking me up. "Just walk." "No, I'm having leg cramps. If I run anymore I'm gonna really hurt myself." "Oh. Well bye I guess." They all said simultaneously. "Weird." I said to myself.
After I got home I put ice on my legs and fell asleep and was ready for Christmas break. My mom came in late at night and told me that I couldn't run for a bit because it would strain the muscle too much. I nodded and went back to sleep.
At the end of the week it was Christmas break and I mainly slept the whole time. For Christmas I went to the Chalamet family Christmas.
I was eating my chicken and gravy and I felt a burning pain in my stomach. I winced and Timothee saw. "You good?" He said. "Yeah, just too much food." I got up from the table of twenty, and threw away the leftovers. The pain made me bend over a little so I walked a bit weird. I felt sweaty and I bolted to the bathroom. Making the family look really confused. I started throwing up and I held my own hair back. I sat by the toilet and threw up a few more times. I emerged from the bathroom, and they looked horrified. "Timothee drive her home." His mom said. I felt fine, but I guess I looked really horrible. "Gotcha." He held up his keys and led me to the door. He opened the car door and started it. When the hot air filled the car, I puked out the window. "Oh god." He said pulling over. I started to feel the after effects.
I walked inside my house and I explained what happened, my parents told Timothee thank you, and I went to my room to sleep it off.
