Candy- Chapter 10
Flora X Riven Modern Day AU
A/N: Plzz review it really means a lot.
The next day, Flora had a headache again. She didn't remember what time she fell asleep the day before, but she did remember the fact that half of her stomach was all over the floor.
She rolled over at the sound of her alarm clock, sighing. This was going to be a long day.
She felt cold, but when she felt her forehead it was burning. The brunette tiredly closed her eyes, rolling back to the middle of her bed. Thankfully it was clean.
The girl then reached for her phone, which she guessed was on the floor. For once, she was right.
She looked at the time. 06:03. After sighing, she got up the quickest she could, her feet trailing on the glacial floor. She put on a pale pink sweater, before walking down the stairs.
Flora then grabbed some tissues and perfume. No matter how tired she was, she needed to clean the mess in her room. She couldn't let Miele see through her. She really couldn't.
But really, she shouldn't have bothered, since her sister didn't think twice before going out the door. Flora sighed. She felt an aching pain everywhere, but she couldn't miss today.
A little headache didn't stand a chance between her and Helia. No, he was far too important to her.
Without knowing it, the brunette had gotten addicted to the boy's goodnight texts.
With him, she didn't feel like herself. But she felt loved. And somehow to 15 yo Flora Laine that was everything.
"Morning, Flo.", by now the girl had managed to pull on some lavender sweatshirt and tight-fitting jeans, and was walking into the school grounds.
"Hi, Stella."
"Are you ready for Gymnastics?", asked Aisha, putting an arm over the frail girl's shoulders.
She shivered at the touch.
"Yeah.", the brunette let out gently.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
Then the girls started talking about some book they were reading, which Flora knew nothing about since it was in French and they didn't have LV3 until sophomore.
Of course, Tecna was in her grade, but that girl was a genius. Flora chuckled, before sighing. Her throat hurt.
"Girls, I'm just going to my locker. See y'all at lunch?"
"You bet!"
The girl waved, before walking off. Her legs felt numb, her throat on fire, and from time to time a cold shiver would come up her spine.
"Riven.", she said, as she reached her locker. Number 520.
He simply nodded, before reaching into his backpack and taking out a notebook.
Not just any notebook. Her notebook. Flora looked up.
"Thank-", she started, before coughing. Her throat felt like a thousand cigarettes, as her eyes went dizzy. She felt a pair of strong arms, before opening her eyes again.
"You have a fever.", he said, still holding her.
"I know."
The boy looked down, before muttering"Then why the fuck are you here?"
In his eyes Flora saw so much, but at the same time she saw nothing.
"I have something really important to do.", she mumbled, shying away.
He grabbed her wrist gently as she turned around.
"Just… take care of yourself, okay?", he rolled his eyes, before looking away, "I still need you... in Chemistry."
"Okay.", she replied before walking away for real this time.
After a few classes in which Flora nearly passed out, she decided to skip gymnastics. She told Aisha, who wasn't pleased, but understood.
"You should go to the infirmary.", the black girl had said worriedly, looking her in the eye.
"I know. See you later."
The girl nodded as she walked away.
Flora then decided to seat down on a bench and read some articles about ecology, global warming, and animal protection. She had chosen a nice, flowery place, and a soft breeze went through her curls, but she still felt like she would break down. Anytime, now.
Her legs were shaking. But she went on. Her head was hurting. But she went on. Her throat was burning. But she went on. No, Helia was far more important than that. He had been one of her first friends at Alphea High. And, her first crush, too. Her first real crush.
"What do you like to paint?", she had asked the boy during one of their night long talks.
"Flowers, butterflies… I like painting life, and giving drawings a soul."
Flora had found that answer so poetic, and so alike to herself, who enjoyed painting the living stillness that were plants, only influenced by their environment.
"Me too, it's just, so real. So pure."
"And there's so much to it. So much breath. So much texture."
"Exactly!"
With him Flora felt heard. Her inner thoughts matched with him, and they shared the same passions. Most, anyways. The girl smiled. She really liked Helia. He made her feel understood. He cared.
"Flora!"
The brunette's eyes lit up to a beautiful green.
"Helia."
Somehow she didn't feel her fever anymore.
"Hi.", he said, as she felt her cheeks on fire.
"Hi."
"Thanks for coming.", he grinned.
A small pause.
"Oh, it's fine."
"I had something to ask you. We've been so close this past month, and-"
Flora felt it coming. She started smiling, before everything came crashing down.
"Helia! What are you doing here?"
If eyes could shoot daggers then Krystal was dead.
"I was talking to… emm. Flora."
"Miss Faragonda is searching for you. You know, usual homework and shit."
The girl then put an arm over him, pulling him away.
"Bye, Flora!"
Now in the girl's eyes there was nothing but rage. Rage, and regret.
"Helia, if you ever touch her again.", warned Krystal, smiling through her anger as they walked towards the building.
"I don't want to fight you, Krys. You should know when's enough."
The girl looked down, before looking back up again with more determination in her eyes.
"For the Musa shit, I can slightly understand. But her? It's not her fault the father she never met did that to your mom."
Helia sighed, before pulling her over.
"Krys, I really like you, okay? Stop this. It's not like I'm gonna kill her."
"Well you better not."
They both chuckled, but none's laugh was genuine.
Krystal looked to the sky. She wanted to argue, to make him promise he wouldn't do anything to the girl, but what could she do? She knew it was better to stay on his good side. Fighting him was useless. But she wanted Flora to be safe. To be happy.
For she was her sister.
