Clueless (Warning: Rubbish book!)

"EPIC" Chapter 23

I just stare at him and turn to run, I need to be anywhere but here. I wipe my eyes, noticing that few tears are starting to drop.

This is all happening too quickly.

Aaron grabs my wrist before I can take a step. "Let go." I croak, trying to move but his grip just tightens.

"Jemma. What's wrong?" God, I don't know, what is wrong with me? We are hardly friends and him not telling me proves it.

"Nothing." Aaron's grip tightens by he second so it seems impossible for me to get anywhere. I sigh and face him, how can this guy have cancer.

"I know, Aaron, I know."

"You know what?" He looks utterly clueless but he's not fooling anyone. And in anyone I mean me, keep up with the times people. And by people I mean-

Oh now is not the time.

"Who are you trying to fool? For gods sake give it up! I know you've got cancer." I say, almost choking on saying that last part. It just doesn't seem real.

Aaron let go and a mixture of emotions exploded on to his face.

I just ran, I don't want to hear anything from him. I run out of the hospital and to my car. Aaron is close behind but I can't let him catch up to me. I get in my car and start it, driving out of the car park. From my mirror I can see Aaron running behind my car and finally giving up.

Running running runnin- Not the time for Beyonce, Jemma.

Excuse me? There is always a time for Queen Bee, I mean-

Urgh fine I'll give it a rest, now where was I?

Oh yes.

It's so hard to take in.

When I finally reach home I run straight up to my room, crying. I repeatedly bang my bedroom wall, I'm crying so much and I don't even know why.

Mum walks right in without knocking.

Anyone heard of privacy?

I need to install those burglar ray thingies that are in those movies.

That would be EPIC.

Where was I? Oh yeah, crying my eyes out. I shall continue.

Why?!

"Is everything alright, Jemma?"

Oh no I'm fine mum I'm just crying my eyes out for entertainment.

"Stupid question. Jemma, sweetie, tell me the truth. What has happened to Aaron?" Motherly instincts....what can you do?

"He...h..has.....c...c...ca...can...can...cancer!" I cry.

My mum comes over to me and hugs me tight, I hug her back and sudden thoughts flood my mind. Why am I so affected? Grow a pair of trainers Jemma.

I break away from the hug and dry my eyes. I sit down on my bed and calm myself down. When I'm finally calm I go downstairs for a mug of hot chocolate. Thank the roses dad isn't home.

I get the milk out and the doorbell rings. Mum is sitting on the couch right next to the door but doesn't take notice and carries on watching tv.

"Oh I'll get it shall I?" Mum just nods. Honestly.

I walk up to the door and open it, seeing Aaron before my eyes.

"Je-"

I slam the door.

I go back to the kitchen and continue making my hot chocolate. Aaron has ruined my mood again so I deserve some marshmallows.

The doorbell rings again.

And again.

And again.

Mum finally gets up and opens the door. When she sees Aaron she hugs him and cries her heart out. "Oh my dear boy." She keeps repeating.

I walk right out into the garden and sit on my hammock. Why did Aaron have to come here?

After several seconds Aaron comes out into the garden and I intended to ignore him but with the amount of lipstick marks on his face by my mum I just had to burst out laughing. "Your face!" I choked.

"I did notice." He says, sighing. He sits beside me on my hammock. "Jemma, I don't have cancer."

What in the name of tornadoes.

"You don't? But the appointments...and the library..." I am not mentioning the Skype call.

"It was all for my mum. She has the cancer and she can't talk, she is dumb and not the idiot type mind you. It's my dad who has been on the phone telling me when mums appointments are. Dad would go but he has work and his job is the only thing that is providing our family with money."

This all made sense but are you telling me I cried so much, and I rarely cry, over...nothing? Well, his mum has cancer but still.

"I'm sorry for your mum." I whisper, leaning back.

"It's not your fault."