My stomach felt worse and worse as the day went on.
The only explanation I could think of is…
Pancakes.
I should've never just put them into my stomach like that!
"Mr. Daily, I'm not feeling good." I said. "May I go to the nurse?"
"Alright." That was all he said as he made some sort of shooing motion with his hand.
I didn't even know where the nurse's was.
As I started for the drinking fountain, thinking I'd feel better after some water, I saw Dylan come out of the boys' bathroom.
"Hi," he said. "Are you okay? You look pale."
"I'm sorry Dylan, I'm really not feeling good." I just remembered our 'date' tonight.
As though he was reading my mind, he asked, "What about tonight?!"
"Actually I have to talk to you." I hope I'm not making a mistake… "Do you know Heather Balliett?"
"Um, no. Why?" He had a questioned look on his face.
"Well, I kind of said she could join us tonight, but I'm sick so…"
"Join us? But I thought that this was…" It seemed as though it was hard for him to finish his sentence. "I… thought this could be… a sort of date or something."
I looked up at him. This was a mistake. I should've never told Heather that she could tag along.
"I'm sorry, Dylan. Maybe some other time? But please, could you do me a favor and just hang out with Heather tonight? She's really nice."
"Well, sure. As long as we can meet up later… Desi, you look even worse than before; I'll walk you to the nurse's office."
I nodded as he grabbed my hand and we made our way to the nurse's office. Although this was very boyfriend-girlfriendish, I felt like he was turning into a great friend.