Wicked Love

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Chapter Eight

*Girl's logic. When you like a guy, do nothing about it, and expect him to magically know and make the first move.*

I limped through the halls on Thursday morning, a hand clutching at my side.

I couldn't even get out of bed on Tuesday. I'd asked Julie to take Belle for the next two days so I could stay in bed and rest. She was worried, but I just told her I was sick and didn't want to give it to Belle.

The pain wasn't any better on Wednesday, it wasn't any better today, but I decided to go to school before I have any more late work. Julie dropped Belle off at daycare before she went to work today so at least I won't have to worry about her for a while.

I fought to keep the grimace of pain off my face as I limped through the halls to the cafeteria. Each step felt like a knife to my whole body. The burning in my abdomen felt like a hot poker in my stomach.

I'm dreading having to see Julian because I still have to stay away from him and he's not making it easy. I know I should ignore Spencer, but I don't want to find out what he'll do to me. Maybe, since Julian beat the shit out of him, he won't care if I hang out with him anymore, but I don't want to take that chance. I don't even know why Spencer doesn't want me to be friends with him anyway. I never did anything to him, I don't know why he hates me so much.

I'm about to enter the cafeteria doors when I hear Julian's voice behind me.

"Let's go somewhere and talk."

"What? No! I'm going to lunch," I reply, about to open the door.

"I know you were only ignoring me because Spencer told you to."

I turn to face him.

"What? No, he didn't."

"Yes, he did. It's amazing what people will tell you when you're beating them senseless," He says, a smirk on his face.

I gape at him. "Why would you go after Spencer!? He's going to kill you."

"Because, after seeing your face yesterday when he showed up, I figured he had to have done something to scare you," He explains. "I cornered him in the parking lot and he told me what he did."

"It doesn't matter anyway, he's right. I'm only going to bring you down. You should just leave now, and you shouldn't feel guilty. And I'm sure there are hundreds of other girls waiting for you to pay attention to them. I mean look at you, you're gorgeous and I'm... Not. You don't need someone like me dragging you down. So, I completely undertand if you-"

"You need to stop putting yourself down!" He suddenly exclaimes, cutting off my rant. "You are gorgeous and I'm sick of hearing you say you aren't and I'm not just going to stop talking to you because of the likes of Spencer Duval."

I'm stunned into silence. Standing there with my mouth agape. Very attractive, I'm sure.

"I'm not trying to be your friend as part of a prank," He continues. "I care about you and you need to get that through your thick skull, woman," He huffs.

My heart catches in my throat and my voice scratches.

"That's even weirder," I choke out. "Why?"

"Because you're a nice person who deserves kindness," He answers.

"Well, I'm not used to it," I argue.

Julian looks at me unsmiling.

"That's sad," He says softly.

"What?"

"That you're not used to people being nice to you, He answers sadly.

I open and close my mouth a few times. "Now I don't know what to say."

Julian chuckles.

"Okay," I whisper, a small smile on my face as I looked up at him.

"Okay, what?" Julian asks.

"Your my friend and I'll stop putting myself down."

"Good, now that we've got everything cleared up... You really think I'm gorgeous?" He asks, smirking.

I blush bright red.

"N-no! I meant to say you're ugly."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yup, like really, really ugly," I say as we walk into the cafeteria.

I ignored the glare we got from Spencer and walked to get our food.

"Hey, you okay? You're limping," Julian asks as we get to the end of the line.

I quickly straighten up as much as possible and walk without limping, ignoring the searing pain.

I think I broke one of my ribs or something in my stomach because I can't walk long without it feeling like something is stabbing my stomach. Sitting helps dull the pain, but not completely.

I clear my throat. "Yeah. I tripped before I came to school and twistes my ankle," I lied.

I grabbed the tray with pizza on it when we were at the front of the line. I took it to the lunch lady to pay, but before I could give her money, Julian gave her a ten-dollar bill and said he's paying for me too.

"N-no, you're not!"

"Just ignore her," He said to the lunch lady, waving a hand at me.

I gaped at him.

"Come on," He said, jerking his head to follow him.

"But, I have money!" I said, following him to a round table in the corner of the room.

"I don't care. It's already paid for, now let's eat," He said as he sat down and I followed suit sitting next to him and basically started devouring my pizza. Not a very pretty sight, but I left the house early to avoid dad. He'd been yelling every time he was in the house and saw I wasn't at school, even though he's the reason I stayed home in the first place.

The pain in my stomch died down after a few minutes of sitting.

"Wow. You must be really hungry," He remarked as he watched me eat.

"I didn't get breakfast this morning," I told him, trying to avoid his eyes. "Quit staring at me! Eat your own pizza."

He smiled and looked down at his pizza, after a few minutes of small talk, he suddenly asked, "Why weren't you here Tueday and Wednesday?"

I quickly told him the lie I told Julie. "I had a cold. I'm still feeling a little sick."

He quickly puts his hand over his mouth and leans back in his seat. "Don't infect me," He said, his voice muffled.

I laughed and threw the napkin that came with my fork at him. "It's only a cold," I said.

He laughed and threw the napkin back.

Close to ten minutes later, the bell rings. We dump our trays and walk to our class. I try my best not to limp because as soon as I got up from my seat, pain stabbed through my stomach again.

I make it up the stairs - barely- and up to my locker with Julian following behind. "Don't you have to get your stuf-" I start to say, then notice his backpack over his shoulder.

"Right. I forgot you don't keep your stuff in your locker."

"Yeah, no one does," He answers. "Why do you?"

"People like to tke my stuff, so I just keep everything I don't need for my classes in my locker." I also bought my own lock for it becuase Spencer and his friends started picking the lock. It's purple lock that needs a specific type of key for it to open, so there's no way for them to get in.

"Why don't you just tell the principal or a teacher?" He asks angrily.

I take the key out of my jacket pocket and unlock it. "Because that's only going to make it worse. The principal hates me and Spencer will get away with anything because mommy and daddy are rich and it only makes Spencer angrier."

"You shouldn't have to deal with this," He said, but I could barely hear him. The pain in my stomach was slowly getting worse during our conversation and now it feels like it's on fire, and my chest is starting to throb.

I tried to ignore it and slowly got my things out of my locker.

"Hey, you okay? You're sweating and really pale," Julian comments.

"I'm fine," I slur inaudibly, the pain getting to me.

"No, you don't look okay. Let's sit here for a second," He says, pointing to the floor.

"No, I'm fine. Let's go to class," I reply before an explosion of pain hits me stomach and I drop my books, yelping in pain.

"What is it?" Julian asks, coming up to me, touching my back.

Despite the pain, I flinch away causing another stab of pain to go through my stomach. I hold the side of my belly and breathe deeply, hoping it will pass.

"What is it! What's wrong?" Julian says, completely panicked now but avoids touching me after my previous reactions.

His panicked questions fade into a buzz as another wave of pain courses through my chest and stomach. My vision starts to get blurry and I see Julian reaching for me just before my vision fades completely to black and I fall to the floor.


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