Crushing on a Werewolf
Chapter 9 – Separation Anxiety
"John…we can't be together anymore…it's over."
Randy's statement ran through my head like a drunk driver on the interstate.
"You're kidding, right?" I found myself getting angry the longer Randy looked at me with that blank, emotionless stare.
"No," was all Randy replied with.
Three nights passed between then and now. I woke up in a cold sweat, I felt like I was about to convulse or something.
"Ugh…." I groaned, feeling an immense cramp in my stomach. I held it tightly and wished that the pain would subside. Though, the stomach pains were the least of my problems. I had a severe headache, and my heart was suffering what I believed was a variant of heartburn.
I walked downstairs, finding my parents on the couch watching a movie in the dark. My mother was lying in my father's lap, while he caressed her sweetly with his hands.
It made me sick…literally; I threw up right then and there on the clean tiles of the kitchen floor. Being the neat freak she was, my mother sprung up and looked at me worriedly.
"John, you don't look too well," she said, getting up and walking towards me. "You have a fever-l" her eyes were sincere as he touched my forehead. "I'll give you some medicine, and if it doesn't help, I'll take you to the doctor."
"Don't worry," I struggled to say. "I'll be well enough to go to school in the morning. I'm just coming down with a little cold." I mentally cursed my modest ways.
"Well," she said. "Okay…take some medicine and go on back to bed, sweetie."
"Do you need me to bring anything to your room, champ?" my dad asked, finally inserting his voice into the conversation.
"No, thanks though," I coughed, taking the medicine my mom had prepared for me and walking slowly back to my room.
The medicine sure as hell didn't help. In fact, I felt worse. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't register anything thanks to my impending headache. My sheets were damp from all the perspiration.
I looked at myself in the mirror, and I nearly screamed. Everyone was right, I did look horrible. My appearance reminded me of a zombie-of course I was exaggerating, but I really did not look well at all.
Randy's words three nights ago ran through my head. "John…we can't be together anymore…it's over."
It pained me to think of Randy. Despite how sappy and cliché it may sound, I loved the guy. While we were together, I'd never felt happier in my life. Sure, I was a little eerie when Randy had his mood swing that night, and I was shocked when I found out he was a werewolf, but I wouldn't judge him on that. But it wasn't up to me; I couldn't judge him. There was just something that kept me attached to him…he could be a serial killer and I'd still love him. I never thought feelings like this were possible.
Obviously, my head is an impatient and jealous bitch because I couldn't even think for long before the aches returned. Fuck my life.
My mom didn't think it would be safe for me to drive myself to school. She offered to take me, but I told her that Daniel would give me a lift to school. I called him up, and sure enough, he was waiting for me at the front door.
"Hey, John!" Gail shouted from the inside of Daniel's sportscar. I found myself unable to shout hello back, so I simply waved at her. No need to be rude when I'm in unbearable pain, right?
I must have looked as bad to others as I did to myself. "What's wrong, John, you look really sick, man," he said, looking at me with deep concern.
"It's nothing," I lied. My pain must hate lies; it hit me like a 2,000 ton truck. I grasped my stomach.
Daniel grabbed me to help me from falling over. "Dude, I'll take you to the hospital if-"
"No!" I shouted. I couldn't tell why I wasn't letting anyone take me to the hospital.
Daniel helped me stand up again, and he entered the house behind me. "I'll get your bag. Can you make it to the car?"
I nodded and limped my way to the car, opening the door and crawling in the back seat. I noticed Gail was watching me, so I spoke.
"Oh, hello Gail, sorry for not saying hi back, but I'm in a little…"
"John," Gail said, her sweet voice causing perhaps a bit of the pain to subside. "Are you sure you don't want Danny to drive you to the hospital?"
"Nope, he already told me so," Daniel said, hopping in the driver's seat and placing the key in the ignition. "He looks like he's about to fall out but he's being stubborn." I could tell Daniel was annoyed that I wouldn't let him take care of me.
Daniel turned and looked at me. "If I see or hear anything about you falling out or something, I'm dragging you to the hospital."
I nodded and smiled the best I could. I loved having Daniel as a friend.
I learned that I hated three things as I got to school that morning.
I hated how everyone was treating me like I was some antique and trying not to even touch me in the least.
I hated that I was experiencing all this fucking pain.
Most of all, I hated not being with Randy. I might even feel a tiny bit better if I lingered in the "friend zone", but I'd barely seen Randy all day. It was like he was purposely avoiding me.
We usually sat at the same table in Biology, but he requested that Mr. Hart change his partner. I glared at him in secret for most of the period as he sat in the front of the classroom with Dolph Ziggler.
Sure, I was in the back of the room with Beth, but it was nothing like being with him.
"He obviously doesn't hate you," she assured me. "He purposely switched the way he did so I'd be in the back with you."
"Maybe," I replied, my head in my crossed arms on the desk. "Though, I know you'd rather be in the front with Dolph."
"What?" Beth stuttered. "That's insane."
"Yeah, right. You look at him like you want him to drag you in a broom closet and-"
"Fine, I like him. And he's fine as hell," Beth admitted.
"Ask him out," I suggested.
"I'm a girl," Beth said. "It's his job to ask me out. Besides, he probably doesn't even like me. I look like a man anyway."
I knew beth liked Dolph for sure because she never got insecure about her appearance unless she really liked a guy.
"You do not look like a man, Beth. You're a beautiful girl, and Dolph would be lucky, I repeat lucky, to have you as a girlfriend."
A blush crept on Beth's face. "Uhh, thanks, John."
About a minute of silence passed.
"So…." Beth whistled.
I knew what she wanted to know.
"I'm just going through some pain, I-"
"I know that," she rolled her eyes. "And by what Daniel tells me, you're being a stubborn mule and won't let anyone take care of you, so I'm not even going into detail about that."
"Well what is it you wanted to know?" I asked.
"What's up with you and Orton?"
"We broke up…" Kind of obvious, isn't it?
"I know that," she said in the same tone as before. "Why?"
"Well, he's-" I stopped myself from finishing that sentence. Thank goodness. "…things just weren't working out."
"Oh."
I knew she wanted to know more, but she respected that I didn't want to talk about it, so we just started the lab that the teacher had set out for us. My pain didn't prevent me from glaring a hole through Randy's sexy ass head.
As I opened up my locker after class, I noticed on my watch that it was lunch time. That fact was insignificant, but the real reason it bothered me so was that it was coincidentally also Thursday.
I sighed and closed my locker, leaning against it to relax before the pain returned. I peeked down the hallway and saw Randy coming out of his class. He was obviously trying to ignore me, but his eyes met mine anyway.
"So I take it you're not going with me to lunch today?" I asked, the words sounding all too familiar.
He didn't reply. Much to my chagrin, the spunky Maria bounced out the classroom and leaned into Randy. "You said we were going to lunch, Randy?"
Randy turned around with Maria and started walking away. "Yeah. You love Stone Cold Steakhouse, right?"
If it didn't hurt, my jaw would have dropped ten feet.
But nothing was there to stop my heart.
End of chapter 9.
A/N: Knowing that I haven't updated in forever, I put some extra work into this chapter. I've also decided that I'm going to split this story into two 12-chapter parts. Please review! It encourages me to write these stories.
