Palindrome

Fifteen

Chapter 15

Remains of Glorified Breakfast Club plus Teachers Found After Catastrophic Calamity

Or at least that's what the local news vans were hoping for when they pulled up at our campus the following morning. All they got was an annoyed Bronwyn threatening to call the cops on them.

The school gave us an excused absence for the day, which was essentially an open invitation to skip school. To say I lunged for the opportunity would be an understatement. Forty-five minutes later and we're all in an iHOP ordering breakfast.

"Bronwyn you're trending on twitter," Nagi says gleefully. I look over to her phone that has a video with Bronwyn screaming and waving her hands around armed with her duffle bag in hand.

Bronwyn takes a sip out of her coffee daintily. "For what?"

Before Nagi can show her a waiter comes over to take our order, he looks slightly older than us and his eyes go wide. 

He points a finger at Bronwyn. "You're the girl from Twitter."

"Uh, thanks?" Bronwyn says.

"She hasn't seen the video?" he asks turning to Abraham sitting beside me as if he'd have the answer.

"I don't think so..?" Abraham ventures.

Paxton takes out his phone showing it to Bronwyn who ends up groaning after she sees it. She ends up banging her head on Paxton's arm and he laughs patting her head.

They're awfully close. Wouldn't they look good together?

But she's with Luke. Or at least I think she is, it's hard to tell with them. Freshman year he asked her out and they've been on and off since then. I've known Luke since middle school, he wasn't always such a bastard. And then he became Lakeshore's quarterback and the rest is more or less the present. I don't get why she's with him. I may not be friends with her, but I can see her worth.

Bronwyn's a class act.

Luke's an asshat.

Yeah I mean Paxton and Bronwyn though? The possibility of it sends this odd sense of uneasiness in me. Which is completely random and makes no sense but here we are.

"Aarohi," Abraham says nudging my shoulder with his. "What'll you have?"

All eyes are turned on me, the waiter blinks at me patiently. I'm in this weird space where I want pancakes, but I also don't want them at the same time. Like I crave for them, but my appetite doesn't. If I don't order anything though it's going to look awfully suspicious considering all I had was a granola bar for dinner yesterday.

"A stack of Mexican tres leches pancakes please," I say closing the menu and placing it in his outstretched hand.

If my doctor found out I was eating all of this, she'd have my head. I've been having a few issues with my stomach lately. Lately is putting it mildly. For the past six months, I've been on various antibiotics, medicines of all kinds due to these issues I've been having with my gut.

Tmi, I know.

It's been going on for a while, at first I was annoyed that I was constantly full, getting these various stomach aches and hiccupping softly after every meal. Now it's kind of just there. As time passed, I'm just done with whatever's going with my bodily functions.

My phone pings me with a notification, it's my Mom reminding me about my doctor's appointment this week.

I rub a hand over my face, covering my mouth as I yawn loudly. Normally I stand by the fact that sleep is for the weak but damn I'm exhausted. If you got me to sleep three years straight, I'd probably still be tired.