No Thank You...

Chapter 7

Taylor's POV

To much food.

I'm going to get even fatter.

I already need to lose a few more pounds and bow I'm backtracking.

I sipped on my water but I didn't touch any of the food. Chance has already devoured his whole wrap without difficulty. He looked over to me with his sparkling green eyes.

"You haven't touched your food." Chance deadpanned, clearly unimpressed.

"I'm getting there." I lie. No I'm not.

"Go ahead then. Eat something off your plate. I'll watch and make sure of it." Chance smirks and watches me with a look in his eyes.

Oh. No.

I pull the fruit toward me and take my fork and push a piece of fruit in my mouth. I almost moan at the taste. I haven't had fresh fruit in almost a year. I limit myself to small, sugarless things. Maybe a piece of celery or a carrot every few days.

I find myself almost done with the bowl within minutes of starting. I looked up at Chance with my mouth full of pineapple. He had a victorious smile but also had a sad look in his eyes.

Weird.

I force myself to slow down because I can't become fat. I'm already eaten wayyy to much.

Corey and Chase as well as Rose and Dominic return with a feast of their own. They let all of the food collapse into the table and Corey gave a dramatic sigh. "So. Heavy"

"Suck it up you big baby." Chase fired and they continued with their bickering.

"Lemme think about it. I'm thinking. No." Corey shot back and sat down next to me. Chase sat across from me since Chance was on the other side of me. Rose and Dominic stole the seats on the left of Chase and Asia took the right.

I finish the fruit bowl and I feel disgusting. I feel like I'm going to vomit and I need to get out of here fast.

"I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back" I excuse myself quickly and I pretty much sprint to the bathroom that Chase showed me on our tour.

I throw open the door and to my delight, no one is in there.

I go in one of the stalls and everything in my stomach seems to push it's way out. I sit there for a few seconds just spilling out my guts into the disgusting school toilet.

I hear someone or someone's trample into the restroom and soon I hear light knocking on the door.

"Taylor, darling, are you alright?" Chance asks, worry lacing his voice.

"Sunflower, can you please unlock the door?" Corey pleaded.

"Love, let us help you. Please open up. We can help you." Chase says in a softer voice.

"I-m fine. G-go away please." I barely whisper.

"You don't sound fine, darling." A voice said. I can't identify which one though. I feel really dizzy.

Before I can tell then to leave again, I throw up once more into the toilet. I dry heave a few times before I build up the strength to flush the toilet and wipe my mouth on a piece of toilet paper and flushed that as well.

I stood up and leaned against the door. I ate to much. My body knows what's good for me. Food is not good. It makes me fat.

I know the triplets are still outside the door by there loud breathing. I wipe my mouth on my sleeve and I turn to unlock the door. My mouth feels disgusting. I need water.

I unlock the door and as soon as I push it open, I'm immediately pulled into a strong pair of arms and I'm soon surrounded by bodies. Instead of freaking out like I usually do, I seem to relax. Odd. I should be having a panic attack right now.

"You worried us love."

"Why didn't you open the door sooner?"

"I'm glad your in my arms now."

"I agree"

"Me too"

I lot of voices echoed in my ears but I couldn't grasp on to them. I was bound to pass out any second and I could feel myself slipping away.

"Taylor?"

Before I could get a response out, my legs buckled underneath me and all I could see was black.

Chance's POV

"I need to use the restroom. I'll be right back." Taylor excuses himself and runs out of the lunchroom.

All three of us share a glance and we nod. We get up, leaving Rose, Dom, and Asia and we hurry to the restroom.

We enter the bathroom to the sound of someone vomiting in one of the stalls.

Taylor.

We go up to the locked stall and we knock on it.

"Taylor, darling, are you alright?" I asks. He needs to come out so we can take care of him.

"Sunflower, can you please unlock the door?" Corey begged

"Love, let us help you. Please open up. We can help you." Chase says in a softer voice than Corey and I. Good thinking brother.

A soft whisper comes from the stalls. "I-m fine. G-go away please."

"You don't sound fine, darling." I comment but I don't get an answer. That worries me even more. What happened? Is he okay?

We hear him throw up again and we all wince at the sound. Our baby doesn't feel good and we aren't right next to him comforting him.

We hear him dry heave a few times before we hear a flushing sound. Will he open the door soon?

We hear a click and the door is pushed open. We all immediately grabbed Taylor and we are all around him fussing about him.

"You worried us love."

"Why didn't you open the door sooner?"

"I'm glad your in my arms now."

"I agree"

"Me too"

We went on, hugging him, kissing his head, loving him.

While we were fussing about his health, and how worried we were, Taylor started to sway on his feet.

"Taylor?" I ask.

He doesn't respond.

Seconds later, he collapses and Chase catches him before he hits the ground.

Chase holds him bridal-style in his arms and Corey puts his hand on his forehead.

"He's warm."

I came over to see how he was doing. I softly grab his hand and run my thumb over his knuckles.

"And cold."

"Should we take him to the pack doctor?" Chase asks.

"Well we aren't just going to leave him here." Corey snaps.

"Calm down Core. Let's take him to Lisa and she'll fix him up. She's the best doctor in the country." I say, running my hands through his soft, straight, hair.

We head out of the building, Chase still carrying Taylor, we received a lot of glances and smiles from our pack. Some of the girls had disappointed look and some where crying.

We get into our car and Chase sits in the back with Taylor on his lap. Corey and I take the front and we drive towards the pack doctor.