In Love With My Bully...

Before it's too Late... Last Chapter.

After a night of terrible frights and excitement....

I had one killer headache...

I just wanted to sleep... all day...all year... So i wouldn't have to open my eyes and receive all the problems of the world....

Wars...

Broken Hearts...

Also... Jacob...

"Hurry up, we're going to be late!" He yelped shaking me under the covers, My nose felt as if it was being squeezed multiple times, my stomach felt as if someone had taken a vacuum and vacuumed it out, i was practically starving and... when ever i tried to swallow whatever mucus in my mouth it felt as if i was being strangled.... by something with claws.....urgh....

"Can't you see i'm sick!" I struggled to yell beating his hands away from me. "Go away." I grumbled pulling the covers over my head again, having the warmth consume me... 

"What do you mean, you're sick!" He spat, his voice alone annoyed the hell out of me at this moment. "Today is our finals!"

"It is?" Fear surfed through my body as my heart beat quickened. I had never missed a day of school, i was totally cool if it was a normal learning day i'd be missing but not the day of our freaking FINALS!

"Nah." He laughed, I sighed loudly and tucked back under again. "But, this year it's kinda important not to take days off, our finals are coming soon."

"I know that!" I rolled over. "But i feel like i'm going to die or something..."

"You're not going to die." He sighed crossing his arms. 

"You don't know that!" I moaned. 

"I do actually." He tone became annoyed. "So i'm guessing you're not going to school?" 

"Must have been hard for you to come to that conclusion..." I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever." He snickered before leaving the room. "I'll bring back notes."

"Please don't.."

The door closed behind him. Great... one of the good things about missing school was always the fact that you didn't have to go to school, bringing notes for me was just going to ruin the excuse of saying... "I wasn't here when we learnt that..." THEN.... i could get off of doing any stupid pop quizzes... 

I sneezed loudly, and within a second my door was opened again to reveal my mom. 

"What are you still doing in bed?" She asked bewildered.

"I'm sick!" You know... i would have thought it wouldn't have been hard for them to see that i was in fact sick!  I was after all coughing up mucus and sneezing up spit... 

"Oh." She bit her lip nervously. "I'll tell Janelle to warm up some chicken soup, i need to head to work."

"Bye mo-" Before i could even finish my sentence she shut the door behind herself... I sighed falling back into the sheet of my soft bed... Looks as if i'm gonna be spending the whole day sleeping...

***

Something drifted me out of my sleep... I looked around, the room was darkened, it looked to be night. Had i really slept for this long?! 

I pulled the cover off of my legs and stood up, almost stepping in the soup at the foot of my bed... Typical Janelle.... place the bowl of steaming soup at the foot of my bed for me to trip up on it and burn the skin off the back of my foot... she was so kind-hearted like that..