Stay With Me

Ten

I was woken up by Jaime's alarm clock. Our next destination is Las Vegas, that's almost a day of non-stop driving. I got up, as soon as I realize Garrett is still sleeping, after last night's revelation, I am certain that I just put our friendship into a cliff. I was so nervous, what if he'll start distancing himself from me. Or worst, what if he start giving in to Jaime? God, I wouldn't know what to do. I wore black tights for today, wearing it
with flat boots, and an oversize white top.

I look at myself in the mirror. I look horrible, some motel monster suck up all the color from my eyes. A vampire must have been sucking my blood without my knowledge as well. My brown hair stood out well today, although dry. I decided to wear some blush, adding color to my pale skin. I seriously hate my father's skin. When I went out of the bathroom, everyone was awake. Jaime was packing her things while Kenny went to take a bath. John was staring at me.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked back, trying to pretend that I don't notice anything.

"You're pale..." He said, sitting up now, as he held my arms to look closer. I can feel Jaime and Garrett's eyes on me.

"I'm always pale." I said, snatching my arms back as I went beside Garrett, careful not to look at him. Pussy, I am a big fat pale pussy.

"You don't look good." His voice was hoarse due to sleep, I felt my face burn and look at him once, his face full of concern.

"Thank you for reminding me" I replied, fishing my phone and make it a mirror. Come to think of it, I am not feeling well too, I am extra tired today. Although I am sure it's cause I just told Garrett I like him and he didn't respond and I might have not stop thinking about it.

"No seriously, I think it's about time to visit a doctor when we get back-"

"No." I interrupted him, my voice filled with panic. Garrett knows my hospital record, or at least the lack of it, and he knows why. I don't get it why he have to push the topic.

"It'll be less than an hour Nike, you've been there when Jared had an accident" John said, I gave him a glare and went back to bed, this whole 'let us make a big deal out of Nike's pale complexion' issue is getting on my nerves. In other hand, I saw Jaime looking at us, lost.

"Nike..." I heard Garrett's voice close to my ear, it made me cringed, my back still on him and I made an effort not to shiver.
"We're just worried okay? You're pale-r than you usually are okay, you're actually white as paper, trust me on this one." He said, he's exaggerating. I already know what my answer is. I ignored him, them, as they persuade me to visit a hospital back in Arizona and tried to catch some more Z's a few more minutes.

As Kennedy shook me to go out, I found my bag already in the van, and when I opened the back door, everyone was staring at me. Way to go boys, thank you for telling everyone that I might have some sort of virus that'll make you pale. I sat at in middle of Garrett and Bret. Jaime was driving and Bree called shotgun. I specifically didn't sit with Jared, avoiding the confrontation about hospitals.

"Are you always this pale?" Bret asked, as the loud pop song echoed around us, I saw Lacy giving me a worried look.

"I have italian blood" I said, that's been my only excuse. I have my father's skin. Bret snorted and look at me again.

"I've been to italy and no one's that pale" he said, making a point. I was about to argue about the immigrants and half of the population of Italy weren't full blooded italians anymore, but my guts said no so I just dropped the topic. I look over at Garrett whose brows are meeting, I am sure that he's thinking of a nice way to dump me. Way to go Nike, way to go. I should win a "dumb shit of the year" award or something, I would really deserve it. At the same time, I stopped staring at Garrett, my cousin looked at me, his brows meeting as well. Well excuse me, is everyone on team not-Nike today?