I shift, twisting my neck to the side. Kayla burrows herself closer, but I keep my eyes closed. My skin burns and I kick the blanket off of my left foot. Cold air wraps around my skin but still does nothing. I sigh and force my eyes open. I look down at Kayla and find her eyebrows furrowed in her sleep. I pull my left arm away from her body and bring it out of blankets. Instantly, the cold blankets it. I drag my thumb gently along the crease. Her skin is on fire. I shift, pulling myself away from her to place my whole hand against her forehead and sure enough, she's burning up.
I pull myself away from her completely. She whimpers quietly and tries to roll back into my chest. I brush her hair back away from her face, only know hearing the raspy echo of her breathing. I shake her shoulder.
"La La?" I whisper. She stirs slightly, but doesn't wake up. "La La," I repeat, louder this time. "You've gotta wake up."
"No," she mumbles. I feel my lip twitch as I run my fingers through her hair.
"Yeah come on, you're burning up."
"Sleep," she murmurs.
"You can go back to sleep after you take a cold shower or something." She just stubbornly grips the ridiculous cat. I roll myself out of the bed and pull the covers off of her. She curls into herself, shivering. "La La please?" She open one eye to look at me.
"I don't like you," she mumbles. I chuckle.
"Come on, we should break your fever."
"I'm fine."
"You're burning up. You are definitely not fine."
"Go away." She closes her eyes again and curls herself tighter around the cat.
"La La," I say. "You got yourself sick in the rain."
"No I didn't."
"La La." She groans and pushes herself up into a sitting position. I lean forward, reaching out to tug her off the bed. She presses her head against my chest and places her hands on either side. She groans against me.
"It hurts."
"Think you're sick yet?"
"Shut up." I rub her shoulders lightly.
"Come on." I pull her up and off the bed, setting her on her feet. She slowly releases her head and looks up at me.
"Advil?"
"Bathroom. And take a cold shower, you really are burning up." She nods and steps past me. I let her gather her things from her bag as I grab a pair of gray sweats from my closet. The door clicks and I tug them on over my boxers. I push my hair back and leave my room. I head out to the kitchen and find Jax and Ryder on the couch. They both turn around quickly to look at me.
"Kayla's sick," I tell them.
"How sick?" Ryder asks raising an eyebrow.
"Fever as far as I know."
Ryder winces. "Damn."
"I'll go out and get some cold medicine," Jax says.
"I'll come too," Ryder responds. Jax nods at him and the two of them leave the apartment. I move to the couch, throwing myself down on top of it. I flick the television on and wait for Kayla to come out of the bathroom.
"Danny, can you drive me to school?" I look to my left and find her standing next to me. Her hair wet and her back pack slung over her shoulder.
"La La, there is no way you are going to school. You're sick."
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Bad Boys
Teen Fiction{COMPLETED} Kyle was just Kyle. No last name, no family, no past. It was simple that way. Or at least it was easier than being Daniel, who cared too much to be anything but a coward. Kyle got decent cash from his side job, flunked classes on purpose...
