I'm gonna get you (Robert Downey Jr. fanfic)

- "Often" pt. 1, -

"I'm late..",

Robert furrowed his brows, kneeling down in front of me. "What do you mean?", he said, putting his hands on my thigh. I breathed out, really trying to calm down. "I'm late means I didn't have my period for almost..3 weeks now..", Robert raised his brow, standing up to close his buttons. I bit my lip, trying to think of a normal explanation why I was late but the only thing that came to my mind...no, it can't be.

Robert sighed, opening the bathroom door without saying something, leaving me again confused.

I heard voices coming from downstairs, making me know that it was Roberts Parents. I decided to let the topic go for a day now and tomorrow I'll go to the doctor, good idea, right?

I pulled on black tights and a skirt, matching to my white sweatshirt. My hair was okay for now, so I just brushed it through, letting my wavy brown hair look more fluffy than ever.

As I went downstairs, I heard Roberts mom complimenting that his house was so clean, making me laugh lightly. If she only knew how messy Robert really is.

Roberts dad noticed me first, a big smile on his face as I shook his hand and he suddenly pulled me into a tight hug. "What was your name again?", he said, holding my hand, his warmth helping me to warm up abit. "Zoey greene", He nodded and let go of my hand "What a beautiful name..I have a man working at my company, his names George Greene..May I ask if that's your dad?", I furrowed my brows..since when does my dad work at a company from Roberts dad? It was all new for me, confusing me.

I half nodded, shrugging my shoulders. "Yeah...probably him", his smile grew widee "He's a good worker, all my respect goes to him", I smiled and nodded, searching for Robert. His mom was sitting on the couch, sipping from wine as she looked at the fireplace. I saw Robert in the kitchen, cooking something, his face concentrated as if something serious was going down. I went into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around him. "What are you cooking?", I said, trying to get my head on his shoulder which was really hard considering that he was freaking tall. He laughed, turning around to me. His hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me up slightly, as he kissed my nose "I'm trying, not cooking...some pasta..", I chuckled at his try to do pasta because it always ended with a burned pan.

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We all sat down at the table, Robert and his dad talking about some serious manly conversations whilst me and Roberts mum discussed colours. Yes, I wanted to know which colour she'd like.

As I wanted to take a sip from my glass of wine, Roberts hand pushed it down on the table again. I furrowed my brows at his movement, biting my lip. "If it's really what I think I don't want to kill it..", he whispered, leaning in closer.

I rolled my eyes and waited for this dinner to finally be over.

~

I sat in the class, writing the test all have been waiting for. Not.

Well, I knew I learned but you know when you're writing the test you have a blackout and can't remember anything anymore? That's what I had now.

I furrowed my brows as Mr. Bush stood beside me, scanning my answer. My answers weren't exactly the right ones, I knew that, but why did he have to read him now?

Mr. Bush wasn't old, he was probably a bit older than Chris, somewhat at the end of his 20s. He had bright hair, looking like it was some kind of ashblonde with brown streaks maybe..

I finished my test with a strange feeling in my stomach, as if someone or something was pulling my insides out. I went to the toilet, thinking I was about to throw up anymoment. Just as I opened the door Emma came out, Lucy behind her, talking about something. Emma stopped, looking at me with furrowed brows. "uh, zoey.", Lucy smirked and pushed me out of the way, me akmost falling due to the hard push.

I ignored it and went in, closing the door after me and kneeling down at the toilet. Ems voice interrupted my small fight with my body "Zoey, are you okay?", I tightened the grip on the toilet, "Yeah..I'm just not feeling very go-", j couldn't finish as the liquid literally jumped out of my mouth.

I wiped my mouth with toiletpaper and flushed the toilet, opening the door again to see a confused Emma. "Are you ill?", she asked me, putting one hand against my forehead. I shrugged, holding my mouth closed, afraid that I could throw up on her.

"Did you..get your period?", she whispered, looking around if someone was in the room.

I decided to not answer this question, so I grabbed my bag and went out of the room.

Suddenly my vision went blurry, my head started spinning and the last thing I heard was a thump, then black. nothing but black.
ROBERTS P.O.V (shit)

I was looking at the tests from the class I've had today, mentally scolding them all for not learning and writing bullshit on expensive paper. My eyes stopped at Lucy's test, seeing nothing but a phone number and a dumb try to flirt.
'I don't know how to do this, maybe you could come over..',

I shook my head, amused and took a sip from my coffee, going to the next test. It was from Matty.

Oh god, how I wish that I could just throw him out of the school, this useless piece of trash..oh, no. That's not how you talk about students, no.

Suddenly the door opened, making me jump slightly. Emma came running to me, tears on her cheeks, shaking like she had some kind of vibrator inside. "Rob- Mr. Downey! You have to come with me, something happened to Zoey!", I frowned, immadietly standing up and following Emma with fast and big steps.

I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw Zoey laying in the middle of the hallway, her eyes closed and her face as white as a ghost.  "When I opened the door I saw that she..oh..she was throwing up in the toilet...and uhm..then she ran out and I followed her and saw..that!",

All I could do now is call the ambulance and hope for the best.

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Sorry for the short chapter...I'm out of ideas atm...
DONT KILL ME