A thousand feet apart

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡 𝟚: ʜᴇʀ sʜɪᴛᴛʏ ʟᴜɴɢs

Tuesday.

I slam my locker shut and as i turn away, i see her in front of me.

I freeze.

I unfreeze.

My books drop.

I bend down to pick them up and not surprisingly, so does she. She didn't change that side of her, despite what i did to her. Despite me taking her life away, she still didnt.

As if hearing my thoughts aloud, she gets up without picking any and stares at my back.

I quickly pick up the book and folder and stand up, brushing my knees.

"Thanks for that heart attack," I mutter under my breathe as i turn around.

I'm about to walk away when i feel a hand grab my shoulder and turn me around. I face her.

'What are you doing here," she says with an edge to her voice.

"Same as you," I mumble, glaring back," Education Bianca."

She forces a snort out as she brushes her brown bangs out of her eyes.

"Last i saw you cole, you were on a ventilator, half dead, mind you," She says meeting my dark black eyes.

I look away," Last time you saw me was 8 years back."

I turn around to walk when she grabs me and faces me again.

"What!" I say, exasperated.

Despite what i'd done to her, i was annoyed by now. 

She looks at me with her calculating eyes, pulls her mask up and shakes her head before walking away.

Of course. She doesn't let other people walk out on her, she walks out on them. She forces them to have the last word. Despite how much she's changed, she's still the same. Well, sort of.

I put my headphones in before glaring at the small crowd around us.

I hear someone mutter, "Freak" behind me and i resist the urge to punch them as i walk away.

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Bianca's POV:

I see him at lunch. He's red. Fuming. Most likely with anger, he always had control issues.

Why do i remember this?

Didnt he do this to me? Why do i keep noticing him everywhere i go?

It's cause i hate him. I want revenge. I will get revenge.

I sigh deeply only to erupt in a fit of coughs. I keep coughing for a minute, with all the children staring at me. 

I grab my tank, coughing, and try to run out of the cafeteria. 

"New girl."

"CF patient."

"Gross."

That's all i hear around me in hushed voices. 

I run towards my locker but cant manage. Before i know it, i feel arms around me pushing me in an empty classroom.

I would scream if i could stop coughing. I'm gasping for air, spitting mucus everywhere when his face comes in sight. 

He silently motions towards a chair and i sit, unable to deny. I didn't realise how tired i was until i sat down. I feel a tightening feeling around my throat, from the lack of air.

I keep coughing for a few more seconds and then feel a firm hand caress my back. I look up to meet his dark, hollow black eyes as he thrushes a clean tissue in my hand. I keep coughing as he hands me some water and i shake my head.

I can't drink it like this. I'll choke.

He nods like he understand which he probably does, considering i've seen him get a fit, alone. Eight years back.

He walks out of the classroom.

I look at the door slam shut. He did not just leave me like this. After doing this, no way. 

I'm too distracted cursing him under my breathe and coughing more bloody mucus out to notice him re-enter. 

He has a small bag in his hand. I cant help but stare at his black messy bangs as he takes a small inhaler out and puts it between my lips and presses the button, letting some drug come in. He's so put together, its scary.

I try to stop coughing but it aches.

"Calm down," he says starting to caress my neck, "Calm down. Breathe through your nose Bianca."

I try to listen to him and feel my coughing calm down, trying to ignore the way he said my name.

'Water," I mutter as thirst takes over.

He shakes his head, 'Choking hazard."

I hear the bell ring.

"Please," I beg, i need it.

He sighs, before grabbing a bottle from his bag pack and an injection from the small bag.

"Do you have a G-tube?" He asks. 

I stare at him. He's smart. I cant drink it but i can take it from the G-tube and i need it or im going to faint.

"I'm a CF patient Cole," I reply,"Think."

Of course i have one.

His face is unreadable as he takes the needle out, fills the injection with water and motions for me to lift my shirt up, enough to be able to use the G-tube.

I hesitate. My stomach is filled with bruises. I dont want him, my enemy, to see that side of me. 

He sighs and blushes slightly, "I'm not going to judge you, for gods sake, i have my whole stomach filled with them."

I slowly lift it and immediately feel relieved as i feel the water fill my stomach. It finishes before i know it.

"More," I whisper, helplessly. I hate that feeling. I hate showing it, especially in front of him.

He stares at me, his dark eyes unreadable. I fail to notice a small spark in them which goes away almost immediately. Then, he shakes his head, pulls back as he throws the injection away. As if the soft side of him was never there. 

"Can you walk?" He asks me, almost glaring at me.

I nod my head, confused.

He mutters, "Good," before grabbing his bag and walking out leaving me with a leaking G-tube and a messed up mind.

Did he just walk out on me?

Not cool.

At least he had the last word.