"So, why did you throw-up? We were learning about telephone poles and the 1940's…" He chuckled, his perfect teeth showing again. I almost fainted.
"Are you sure you don't need to sit down?" He seemed even more concerned than before.
"Um… Why are you being nice to me?" I questioned. He shot me a glance of sadness.
"Can you make it to the nurses office alright?" He seemed to tense up a bit.
"Maybe…" He stared in the other direction for a minute, then left.
Some how I ended up in the nurse's office. When I entered, the nurse looked at me with a pained expression.
"Do I look that bad?" I asked dumbfounded.
"What happened to you dear?" She was English and I always loved her accent, but not today. Today, I just wanted to leave.
"Well I think its food poisoning…" I told her even though I was a horrible liar.
"It looks that way dear..." She believed me? Hmm, maybe I lied better when I wanted to believe it myself… "Please lie down." She motioned me to lie on the small cot against the wall.
"Should I go home?" I looked at her expression for the answer.
"Yes, I believe you should." I lied back on the cot and closed my eyes.
"Do you need me to call anyone to pick you up?"
"No, I'll drive myself home." I lied again. "Thank you, though."
"No problem dear. Now please, go home and get some rest, before I have to call somebody." She pointed towards the door.
"Will do." I smiled weakly, and then walked as slowly as I could out of the office.
The final bell rang and I walked towards the parking lot. Seeing as I didn't have a car to drive home in, it was a definite possibility that I would have to walk.
"Why didn't I remember?" I hissed out loud.
"What didn't you remember?" It seemed as if William appeared out of thin air.
"Um, I don't have a ride home… and I forgot to ask someone, since I got sick and all." I looked down at my shoes. I noticed my Converse were a little muddy.
"Well, I could take you home… if you want." I glanced up. He was smiling weakly now.
"Okay. It's a little too far to walk," I smiled at him, blushing slightly. "Thank-you." He nodded slightly.
It wasn't long before we got to my house; he drove way to fast for our 25mph street limits, but I didn't really care. The sooner we got to my house, the sooner I could call Devon to make sense of this. Devon was my best friend, the one I could tell anything to, the one and only person in the world I trusted completely.
"Thanks for giving me a ride home." We hadn't talked at all the whole way; the silence was a little bit awkward.
"Don't mention it." He gave me a huge smile as I stepped out of the car. His car slowly left my side, and soon after, I could no longer see it. I gave a huge sigh, and then started to drift into the house.
As soon as I walked into my room I pulled out my cell phone and called Devon. An update was necessary.
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"Hi, Devon…"
"Hey, Ray. What's going on?" I smiled at her always cheerful tone of voice.
"Oh, nothing much. I'm just thinking over if today he decided to like me more or less. " I pouted, "Love is so, confusing."
"I know exactly how you feel. When can you come over?"
"Soon. Let me just finish some homework… and I'll make sure I'm hungry." Her mom made the best food I'd ever tasted.
"Good, she's making your favorite today. Oh, and I told her about William, she seemed happy."
"Tell her I'll be there in about an hour." I said, not responding to her last statement. I started to open my backpack and I emptied its contents.
"Okay, see you then. Bye."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone, while looking at the small pile of homework I had to do.
"This won't take long…" I thought to myself and got to work.
Forty-five minutes later, I arrived at Devon's house. As I walked to her front door, the aroma of food became more noticeable. I knocked.
"Hey, Raylee!" Mrs. Johnson, otherwise known as Devon's mom, seemed excited for me to come over --- probably so I could spill the beans on what had happened earlier. She was like the mom I never really had, so I didn't mind it one bit.
"Hey Mrs. J," I gave her a big smile. "It seems like forever since I've seen you!"
"Yes it has. How are you doing honey?" I knew I would have to tell her tonight about William, maybe she could help.
"I'm great, and I met this boy named William… he's cute." Her smile became a wide grin.
"You'll have to tell me all about it after dinner, honey. I'm sure Devon would like to hear about it, as well. "
"Oh, that's why I came, but I'd love to tell you the story too."
"I made your favorite tonight; homemade macaroni and cheese, with my special cheese sauce. Your welcome to eat here tonight, I don't want leftovers!" I giggled.
"You know me too well, Mrs. J." She smiled again. I loved it when she smiled, especially when I was the one who make her smile; it made me feel more apart of her family.
She soon motioned me to the dinning room table where Devon had already started eating. I grabbed a bowl for myself and started to chow down. Before I realized it, I was on my fourth bowl. I then decided I was ready to talk about my mysterious man.
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