darkest days | jorge + martina ✓

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"Chica!" Cande called me over while she waved happily towards me. I stumbled over to her, feeling dizzy and tired because of the aching pain in my neck.

She smiled and leaned on my shoulder. "What about a sleepover tonight then?" She asked me. I immediately felt guilty because I knew couldn't do it.

She didn't know about my problems and I couldn't tell her so I had to keep lying. What for excuse could I use now?

"I'm so so sorry but I can't, I have a dinner with my dad tonight" I lied and looked guilty in her eyes.

She looked sad and prowled her lips. "Well okay then. But I feel like you are hiding something from me" She blurted out.

She was right, I was hiding something from her.

"I'm not, really. I'm just really busy lately, I'll promise we'll hang out soon" I promised her, meaning what I said this time.

I noticed Jorge was standing behind Cande, leaning against my locker. A smirk played over his face.

I smiled at him, making Cande raise her eyebrow at me. "Who are you smiling at?" She asked with a smirk and turned around, seeing Jorge standing there.

She widened her eyes and looked back at me. "Jorge!?" She practically shouted as I quickly shook my head.

I was, but she couldn't know. That would be weird.

"No no, that guy behind Jorge" I quickly lied again as there was a guy with blonde hair opening his locker behind Jorge.

Cande smirked and looked at me. "He's kinda cute" She nudged me, making me burst out in laughter.

I missed this. These moments of laughter with Cande.

With everything happening with Jorge and my dad I missed Cande and I ignored and lied to her.

"I missed this with you" I admitted, feeling guilty since it was all my fault.

"I did too chica! so you gotta promise me that we'll have a sleepover tomorrow" Cande stated, pointing her pink at me.

I laughed and nodded, locking our pinks. I pinkt promised it, never to break it.

Cande smiled, said goodbye, and walked out of the school building.

I waited until she was completely gone before stepping over to Jorge who stood by my locker.

"How are you feeling?" He said, immediately placing his hand on my forehead and realising I was flaming.

"I've been better" I admitted and leaned against the lockers as well.

"You're flaming Stoessel" He said seriously as I nodded.

"I know, I'm so dizzy" I said, almost tripping over my own feet. Luckily Jorge got his arms around me just on time.

Thousands of shivers went up and down my spine while I inhaled sharply. "I got you" He whispered while holding me.