The Death Of Me {Jamilton}

I'm Not Going To Give You A Sob Story, So Shut Up

{Alexander's POV}

"Well, in that case, Alexander, guess it's time to learn. Now, about that deal of ours..."

I looked at Thomas, giving him a quizzical expression, why would he care to learn anything about me? He certainly wouldn't have cared yesterday. That stupid smug face of his and the occasional smirk of perfectly pearly white teeth was all I would've seen o him before. What the hell are you thinking Alexander? Perfect teeth? Nothing about Thomas was perfect!

"Yeah, fine. So how is this deal supposed to work out?" I ask, peeling at the small orange.

"You need money, yeah?"

"What could have ever given you that idea?"

"Alexander, I'm actually trying to help you, why do you have to be such a bitch about it?"

"Because you have no reason to even care or help, you've hated me from the moment I got here to America..."

"You're right, I haven't ever liked you, but then again, I also only really met face to face with you in a debate, I doubt arguing sets up for a good introduction."

"If you think small talk is going to fix anything, you're wrong, lying to each other doesn't make anything better."

"Stick in the mud..." I heard Thomas mutter, "Alright, where's your phone?"

"Excuse me?"

"You're phone." He held out his hand.

I mutter something and then pass my old janky flip-phone over.

"Holy shit, this thing is ancient!"

"Shut up, it's all I can afford okay? Not everyone can have the newest iPhone every year!"

"I wasn't--nevermind." Thomas found my contacts and entered his number, "There," he passed my phone back.

"Why would I need your number?"

"Because, you need help with cash or something, so if you end up at a grocery store again lacking five dollars, you can just text or call or something, I'm trying not to be an asshole for once, so just accept it and move on." 

"Fine... But you better be aware that I'm only accepting this because my mother would kill me if I turned you down." I mutter then pop a few mini orange slices into my mouth.

Eventually, the bell rang to signal the end of lunch, and I stood up quickly, speedwalking to my next class, I wanted this day to be over, everything was starting to get on my nerves.

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Finally, the school day had been over for a while, and I'd finished my shift at the coffee store. I was walking home when my mother started calling, of course, I answered.

"Hey, mama." I murmur, but the other end of the line is dead silent, "Ma? Are you there? Ma!"

With each passing second in which she didn't answer my anxiety increased. Eventually, I hung up and just booked it down the street, I needed to get back home, nothing else mattered.

When I had reached home, I found my mother on the ground in the living room, "Mama! Hey, hey! Ma!" I rushed to her side, trying to wake her up. Her breathing was shallow, and she wasn't waking up.

What happened between me attempting to wake her and arriving at the hospital in an overpriced ambulance, I really couldn't say. At the very least after they'd done some x-rays and gotten her hooked up to all the machines and IVs I was allowed into her room. They said she had caught a particularly bad case of pneumonia. I was cursing myself out mentally if only I'd convinced her to come to the doctor, or even tried to tell her, maybe they could've treated her sooner. My gaze grazed over my mother when she slowly blinked her eyes open.