Sick to My Stomach
Chapter Three
Duncan's POV
Courtney and I walked down the hallway a few days later, me with my arm around her feeling desperate to protect her. I can tell that even after a few days she feels weak. And today she's wearing a wig. I can tell because I saw her put it on this morning. Her hair is falling out in clumps, lately.
"Babe, you need some cheering up later. How about I take you out for a movie date tonight?" I asked hopefully.
"No thanks. I have cheerleading practice tonight," she said.
"No offense princess but do you really think that's such a good idea?" I asked.
"I don't want Heather taking over for me," She said. Just then Bridgette ran into her and squished Courtney in a tight hug. Since she was still weak it almost made her fall flat on her back.
"Sorry Courtney I didn't mean to almost make you fall," Bridgette said quietly.
"It's okay Bridge, practice after school today," she said.
Bridgette shot me a look.
"I told her I didn't think it was a great idea," I pleaded.
~After School~
Courtney's POV
Duncan is sitting in the gym watching us again. It's nice that he wants to protect me, but it feels strange with him watching.
"Courtney your boyfriend keeps eyeing me like he is undressing me with his eye's. Make him stop," Heather whined.
"As if," Duncan said.
"Guy's settle down. Let's practice some builds now," I said.
We were halfway through one, which I am on top of, when the girls lifted me up I started to feel weak again.
Then I was falling.
And Falling.
More Falling…
And someone caught me on the way down.
It was Duncan.
And I was very weak.
Too Weak.