𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 ⁽ ᶜᵃˡᵘᵐ ʰᵒᵒᵈ ⁾

V.

( chapter five : who let you on the track, little girl ? )

it had been a week since the brunch.

naya had gone about her usual routines; sleep, work, watching supernatural, taking grayson to the park, baking cookies with him, advising nimra on movie choices, just the usual stuff.

but on friday, she woke up with the worst headache she'd ever had. there had been a tiny throbbing in her head for a while now, since she'd hit it at the track a week ago, but it wasn't the same pain. no, this was much worse.

laying in her bed, she let out a loud groan, waiting for one of her roommates to come and ask her what was wrong.

but nothing happened.

naya felt a sneeze coming on, holding her nose and whining at the light-headed feeling she had. deciding that she was probably home alone, she screeched childishly at the thought of having to deal with her sickness alone.

who was she supposed to complain to?

rolling to the side and falling off her bed, naya's tummy rumbled and she grimaced at the thought of eating anything and then throwing it back up. not bothering to get up, the girl dragged herself across the floor and to the bathroom.

she pulled herself up to the sink and frowned at her pale face and red nose.

well this is gonna be fun, she thought sarcastically.

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after reading the note that she had found on the kitchen worktop, naya learned that luke and nimra had taken their son to the doctor due to his complaints that he wasn't feeling well. she huffed, making herself breakfast and muttering about how grayson must have been the one to make her sick.

"stupid, adorable, cute, charming kid," she mumbled through a spoonful of cereal as she sat on the sofa in the oversized hoodie she'd fallen asleep in the night before.

an episode of dr. phil was playing on the tv screen in front of her, annoying her more than she'd care to admit.

'i want to be the very best, like—'

answering the call from mister pizza, naya sneezed into her hands, groaning for a dramatically longer than necessary amount of time.

'blue?'

'michael?'

'hey—yeah, can you come down to the track?' his voice was rushed. 'please please please it's an emergency—'

the call cut off and naya jumped up, forgetting how dizzy she was. she stumbled to her room, contemplating whether or not she should bother putting pants on.