What a mess

Chapter 6 - Suspicion

My eyes darted open and I glanced around my dark room. I had woken up immediately after I felt it. My stomach churned painfully, and it only went from bad to worse, then unbearable. The urge to throw up grew stronger and stronger every minute, and I knew that situation wasn't that far away.

Before anything bad could happen, I dashed towards my bathroom and, surprise surprise, threw up.

I desperately tried to hold my messy bed hair up with one hand, while the other was clutching on the side of the toilet seat. My throat burned like it was on fire after I had emptied everything I had inside of my stomach. Sigh.. There went the last bit of Jackson's mom's cookies, I thought as I finally stood up.

It was surprising that I felt a lot better after that, like I had never thrown up in the first place. Surely the taste in my mouth kept my memory fresh, but that was it. Strange, strange indeed. But like the dense teenage girl I usually was, I just shrugged it off. I felt all better after all.

I sighed like I always did, and wiped my mouth that had some saliva and melted food on it. And then I just simply tried to continue my lovely dream about Mark. There we were dating, holding hands, hugging, kissing... Aigoo! I blushed even for imagining that in real life.

And then Jia's face popped in my head, dropping my heartbeat to almost zero as I thought what she would do to me if she ever had a clue about my dreams. Knowing her, even dreaming about her boyfriend would make her explode out of jealousy.

Not that I was afraid, quite the opposite.

I was afraid for her. I could be quite a wild cat if I wanted to act like one. Rawr! Just kidding. But it was true that I wasn't completely helpless. Wrestling matches with Jackson had trained me well, making me an hard opponent.

My thoughts of pulling Jia's hair was interrupted by my annoyed stomach. This time it was about hunger, and I bet the loud growl could be heard outside my room as well. I was seriously craving for some pancakes with honey syrup, melted chocolate and fresh blueberries. And hot cocoa. Definitely hot cocoa.

Without wasting time, I descended downstairs. But I wasn't expecting an surprise attack by two lurking persons. I was just about to walk towards the kitchen, when suddenly one of them wrapped arms around me, holding me still, while the other one put something in my mouth and felt my cheeks with warm hands.

Please don't misunderstand, this wasn't about kidnapping. It was my parents... being themselves. My dad was keeping me still and my mom had put a thermometer on my mouth, obviously worried that I was sick.

"Does she feel warm?" My dad asked and my mom shook her head.

"No... But I bet she's sick. I mean, she threw up!" My mom assured, her eyes so determined that I almost believed to be sick as well.

"Irene... I don't think she's sick." My dad suddenly said and I nodded in agreement. I felt fine, perfectly fine.

"You never know." My mom said and looked like she was dead serious about this. If I did have a fever, I doubt it would be that serious. I was rarely sick anyway.

"Yeah, but honey, she isn't even hot." My dad replied, trying to calm her.

"Shh! The thermometer is not done yet!" She hushed madly and glared at him dangerously like a wild beast.

Beep, beep, beep.

"It's done" She shrieked and took it off my mouth.

"So..?" I questioned, now curious about the result. Could it be that she was right with some kind of mom's super instinct, or was this all just a weird chapter in my book called life? Knowing my parents, this was one of those unnecessary scenes.