Young Blood

Chapter Nine

 Saturday morning came with a fever and a headache. I felt nearly nauseous upon awakening, and my hands immediately went to my stomach, clutching it in pain. I could have sworn I stayed silent, but I must have let out a scream or moan of pain because seconds later, Paul was in the doorway.

  “You alright?” he asked, a generally concerned look on his face. 

  “I feel really sick,” I replied, still clutching onto my stomach nervously.

  “You want some medicine or something?” Although Paul cared, he never really was all that bright about helping others. He mostly cared about himself, so it came as a sort of shock when he offered to do something.

  “It’s fine.”

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah.”

  “Well.. alright.” Paul bit his lip. I could tell he just wanted me to accept the damn medicine, but I hate medicine. There was no way I was going to take any.

  “If there’s anything you need, I’ll be in the living room, okay?” he added.

  I nodded, my throat too sore for me to waste some of my energy on replying. Paul frowned and turned his back to me, walking back into the living room. I sighed from relief, kind of happy I had the whole day to myself. I was never a very social person, and being by myself made me a much calmer, happier person. All of that was ruined, however, when the telephone at my bedside rang.

  I groaned, rolling over in my bed to reach it. I picked it up mid-ring, holding the phone up to my ear and sighing. “Who is it?” I sniffled.

  “George?” Shit, it was Richie.

  “Uh, hi Richie.”

  “You sound sick, are you okay?”

  “Just a headache. I feel nauseous, too, but it’s not a big deal.”

  “Not a big deal?” I could hear Richie laughing lightly over the line. “You were fine last night, and now you don’t feel well at all. Usually these things happen gradually. I’m coming over.”

  “No!” I cried, realizing I probably shouldn’t have only after it was too late.

  “What do you mean?” Richie chuckled. “You don’t want to see me?”

  “No, I do, it’s just…” I coughed, “I’m really sick.”

  “Oh… well alright then.” Richie sighed. “I guess I’ll see ya around.”

  “Yeah.”

  There was a familiar click, and then the call was disconnected. I was actually relieved that he wasn’t coming over. I was in no mood to socialize, let alone look disgusting in front of my boyfriend. I giggled a little bit out loud at that. Boyfriend. I was Richie’s boyfriend, and he was mine. 

  Then why didn’t I want him coming over? Sure, any normal relationship would result in one person visiting the other, bringing them flowers and chocolate and all that nice shit. But for some reason, I didn’t want that. Was it because he was my teacher? Sure, that played a big role in it. But other than that, I couldn’t think of why I didn’t want him coming over other than what had happened last night.

  Friday nights are supposed to be fun. In fact, I did have fun. Richie and I ‘saw’ a movie, got ice cream, and kinky bathroom sex. What else did I need? I had had plenty of fun the previous evening with Richie, and so there was no logical reason why I shouldn’t want to have him over. Except for what he said to me.