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The nausea hit me around seven and I had spent the last two hours of my life hunched over a toilet bowl. I knew I should be going to the hospital, but it had happened so many times before, that I just learned to suck it up and tell myself I was fine. Which I am, not great, but I'm fine.

I'd learned to live with my immune system since I was small, I think I could handle a little vomit.

I stood and raced to my medicine cabinet. Orange pill bottles were thrown around aimlessly and I scolded myself for not organizing them this morning when I had used them, but as usual I had been careless, which is probably how I ended up with a seasoned cold.

As I started to put some order back into the system, the doorbell rang. Frustrated, I raced downstairs from the safety of my bathroom and opened the door.

"Hello" Well that was the first word I had ever said to Alex Klonday and I felt like an idiot. Who says just a simple greeting to a bad boy. Don't people usually drool instead?

But then he surprised me by returning the gesture. "Hey." His eyes were icy and hard, penetrating through my every nerve.

"Do you have a problem?" My voice sounded unusually firm and I hoped I appeared at least a little confident because inside I felt like an insecure rabbit.

He stared at me a moment, almost as if he was trying to recognize me.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked, his voice less intimidating then before.

"Of course. You're the ego maniac from school." I snorted.

What had gotten into me? Where is that shy girl that I usually am because I want her back.

He nodded, but did not seem to get smothered in rage as I had expected him too.

"My mum wanted to invite your mum to dinner tomorrow at seven, but seeing as she is not present at the moment-"

"Who is your mum?" I asked, a bit curious.

"We live four doors down." He still stared as if he was trying to figure out the last three pieces of a puzzle.

I nodded. "Well alright, she'll be there." He eyed me skeptically before nodding his head as well.


"So you know me from school?" He asked, taking the opportunity to lean his body against the door frame.

"Well, it is kind of hard to not know you, when the girls wont stop blabbering about you in the restroom." I grumbled. I'm sure he was going to say something, but my mother pulled up the driveway.

"Izzy! I refilled your prescription hunny." She waved the white, paper pharmacy bag in the air. "Oh Alex, how are you sweetie?" My mother asked as she bombarded herself with grocery bags.

"I'm great Mrs. Slyvan. Let me take those for you." Alex rushed over to her side and grabbed the bags.

"Thank you dear. I would have Izzy help, but with that condition of hers-" I cleared my throat to stop my mum from continuing the conversation further.

"I'm actually not feeling too well, so if you could all excuse me." Before I left, I sot my mum a look and hopefully she took it as 'don't tell him anything', but knowing her probably not.

I raced up to my room, rushing to get out of an awkward situation

Mum and I had never really been close in a motherly-daughterly sense, she was more like my doctor, nagging me to always take my pills and eat properly. She was helpful in that sense, she really was. It was just sometimes she made it seem like my life revolved around the illness, I mean that is all we talked about.

My bed had been calling my name and I knew that somehow the inanimate object was laughing and mocking me for falling into its trap called sleep.

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Monday morning came and the car ride to school was silent as usual, there were no updates on my medical case so why was there a reason to talk? At least that's how I feel my mother viewed it. Earlier this morning, she had scolded me a bit harshly for not taking my medication in the correct order so things were tense. I knew she only wanted the best for me and she always had my best interests in mind, but sometimes it was just hard.

As soon as the familiar brick building came into sight, I was eager to get out of the car and into school.

"Remember to take your lunch pills." My mother called out after me, but I was already racing down the path into the building.

Few people showed up this early, which is why I loved coming. I usually sat in the library and just contemplated my boring life until the bell rang, but today I knew I had to catch up on some late assignments, so I sat picked a seat and rummaged through my bag, pulling out my history books.

I finished long before the bell rang and found myself sitting there alone and I tried to do my daily 'think about how sucky life is' routine, but my mind was clouded with other thoughts that were unknown to me. It was like scrambled eggs up there in my brain.

The bell must of rang, but I didn't seem to notice until the librarian gently patted my shoulder and made me aware.

I quietly thanked her, put away my stuff and raced to class. I had English and the teacher seemed to hate me. It was probably because I always handed in my stuff a week late.

"Izzy! You are cutting it close to being late." Mr. Hienz spoke from the front of the class. I sheepishly looked down and scrambled to my seat just as the late bell rung.

As Mr. Heinz told us about our next project, I traced the carvings etched into the desk.

"You will be partners with the person sitting next to you." I glanced to my left, I guess Tammy Johnson was okay for a partner, she was incredibly smart.

Tammy's hand shot up. "Actually Mr.Heinz, I prefer to work on my projects alone." Mr.Heinz nodded.

"Okay Tammy, there is one person in the room who didn't have a partner anyways." He glanced towards me. "Izzy your new partner is sitting on your right."

I turned to my right and mentally cursed myself, Tammy and Mr.Heinz because sitting next to me with an annoying little smirk was none other than Alex Klonday.

A/N: So this is sort of an introduction chapter.

I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, it is sort of short to introduce you to the story a bit. The chapters will get longer. If you have made any covers please feel free to send them to me and I will attach them to the story.

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day.

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