Flirting With The Good Girl

I'm Going To Die Alone

~Flirting With The Good Girl~

Chapter27: I'm Going To Die Alone

*Jake Parkers*

"Please, Jackson." I whisper. "Tell me why you're spending all your time with Jessica."

His pained expression tells me he can't -or maybe that he just won't. "Jake, it's not what you think. Please believe me."

"How can I?"

"Because I'm your brother, Jake. You have to learn to trust me." He says. "Jessica's not my girl to hold, okay?"

She's not mine either.

"I can't trust you if you're sneaking around with her like you're hiding something? Are you guys seeing each other or what?."

"No! Jake, of course not!" He says boldly.

"Then tell me what the hell you were doing with her last night? You guys had been gone all day and you didn't come back until nearly one last night." I explain. "If you're seeing her, just tell me."

"It's not like that. I just ... I can't say." He begs. "I'd never do that to you."

I shake my head and run a hand down my face. "I need to get to school." I mutter. "I'll see you later."

"Jake, wait." He grabs my arm before I can reach the door. "Jessica hasn't been completely honest with you."

I frown at that and turn to him. "What do you mean?"

"She hasn't been completely honest with Ethan, Garret, or Carter." He let's go of my arm. "Remember that, okay?"

* * *

"Mr. Parkers, do you need to go to the principle's office and take your nap there?"

Opening my eyes, I found myself in class with everyone's eyes on me and Mr. Welsh staring down at me with an impatient look.

"What?"

"Mr. Parkers, please go to the principle's office." He says dropping a pink slip onto my desk. "And take this with you. You'll have detention for the rest of the week if I catch you sleeping in my classroom again."

Rubbing my eyes, I glance to the desk beside mine where Jessica would be sitting, but I find it empty.

Standing up, I collect my things and quietly exit the room.

Once in the hall, I drop my books and lean against the wall.

The pain in my head is unbearable and the cold chills me to the bone.

I wipe the sweat off my forehead and take a deep breath. Something's wrong.

"Jake?"

Carter shuts his locker and jogs my way. "Hey, dude. Is everything okay?"

Is it?

"I ... I don't know? I'm just not feeling too great." I say rubbing my eyes.

"No kidding." He hands me his sweatshirt. "You look like you haven't slept in days."

I slip the sweatshirt on, happy to feel warm, but at the same time, burning up.

"I haven't really. A lot has been going on." I rub my temple and glance at the time.

It's nearly time for lunch.

"Are you going to be okay? I can take you to the nurse if you want?" He asks. "You look pretty sick."