I stood in front of the art class door. Even though it was closed, anyone would be able to hear the many shouts and voices coming from the inside. For example, at the moment, Dipper could be heard yelling at his loud, laughing, twin sister. I opened the door, and it got even louder.
"MABEL! No! Mabellllll! GIVE IT BAAAACK!" I looked over, curious. I shrugged it off. I walked over to my seat beside Norman. He looked a little... embarrassed? And he was looking over at the twins.
"What's with you?" He didn't say anything. For some reason I got this idea in my head right then. "Oh my god. You like Mabel, don't you?" He made a face, and I thought I'd ask again. "Wait... no way. Dipper?" He tried to deny it, but he turned so many shades of red that even a potato could guess he really liked him.
I just smiled. "I didn't peg you as gay. But I am too, so it doesn't bother me" Norman looked surprised.
"Ummm. I'm Bi. And I don't know what to do, he is literally the cutest thing." I rolled my eyes and told him that boys aren't CUTE, they're handsome. I coughed a little.
Jack had said he was going to come visit the art room that morning, to check on me or something. He walked in right then, and he had apparently heard our conversation.
"I don't know Hic, you're pretty cute." Why did he have to get my hopes up like that? Uhg. I blushed a lot. Norman looked at Jack, then at me, and back again. Then he said one of the many things I wished he hadn't.
"Are you guys..." he didn't finish, probably because of my dramatic head shaking and wide eyes, but all of us knew the ending of that sentence. Together.
Jack wildly denied it. "Nonono, we're not. That'd be weird, wouldn't it? Since we're best friends." Norman looked over at me. I was shaking. Norman nodded at Jack as if he said it right.
"Um... I have to go the toilet." I walked out of there as fast as possible. I was coughing some more. Why do I always cry in the bathroom? I thought as I sped down the plain, white hallways. It's so stupid, liking him. I should just let go of it already. He has girls all over the place, just waiting for him.
He wouldn't want a useless wreck like me.
"Hiccup?" Norman walked in then. I was sitting in the last stall. I wiped away my tears, and walked outside. Nobody else could know. He didn't notice. He asked if I was okay. I lied. He asked if I liked Jack. I lied. He asked why I was shaking. I told him I was cold. I lied.
He didn't even notice. Although, it was really my fault. Him not noticing was bedsides the point. If I wasn't such a liar it would be fine.
Get over it. Crying won't solve anything. Even if it hurts crying won't ease the pain. You know that very well. Didn't your precious mother teach you that? The voice inside my head was nagging again.
Stupid Jack. If he would just notice, then maybe it would be easier. But somehow I was glad he didn't know. It was easier to pretend. For some reason the coughing seemed worse today.
ART CLUB - THAT AFTERNOON
Rapunzel was staring at me funny again. It had been happening all day and I just didn't understand. What was going on? After another five minutes she pulled me out into the hall.
"Hey, are you okay?" I gave a questioning look. I wasn't really upset anymore. So why would she ask unless..."Hiccup, you're wheezing! That isn't very 'okay' to me!" She was right.
I tried to hold it in, and I did all my breathing exercises, and everything. But it wasn't enough. I was having an attack.
All my breathing seemed labored, and I reached out to lean on the wall. Rapunzel was calling out, but I couldn't focus on anything. I could just make out the words, "wait here". I felt myself gasping, reaching out for oxygen, anything.
It looked as if I was going to black out. I could feel myself falling to the ground, when through blurry eyes I could see someone yelling at me, and I flinched. I said something, but I couldn't seem to remember exactly what it was.
I realized that the person in front of me was Jack. Through blurry eyes, I remember saying something, but I don't know what. I reached out and tried to breathe. Slowly, somehow, I pulled myself out of it. Slowly I started to get back some air, and I just sat against the wall for a little, next to Jack.
"You should go to the hospital."
"No. I'm not going back there." I said.
Jack looked like he was thinking really hard. I asked what he was thinking about, and he looked at me like I was strange. After a minute he just spoke, "it's nothing" I just shrugged and didn't worry about it.
But maybe I should have.
I'm really sorry guys, it's been a while. But that was a terrible chapter ending I know. I will update really soon, ok? Ok.
soooo, Hiccups first attack. And when I say 'first' I mean 'not the last so sorry' but oh well you'll just have to keep reading. See ya.
