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Chapter 79 [Juliana] Has The Right

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    I can't believe I'm dealing with the stomach flu and have been sick as hell for the past week and a half. I haven't been sick in what feels like years! Like I'd actually listen to my mom nd go to the damn doctors though, right? Smoking weed helps me cope with feeling so horrible. Everyone has brought me soup and it just hasn't been helping that much. Throwing up fucking sucks! I hate it. I can't stand it. Blaze has been a little different lately but he's just even closer to me now and he never lets me go. We're doing so great together. It's been two months since the day we visited Xavier's gravestone, and we're all getting through the days one day at a time.

    Mickey hasn't spoken to Jace at all and she's going through a pretty tough time, but I'm trying to help her get through it as best as I can. She's hurting really bad but I keep telling her that maybe, just maybe, he'll snap out of his shock and will come back to her. He just cares and probably feels like everything that happened was his fault and that's why he isn't with her anymore because he put her in danger. But now everything's been settled and he's really fucking with my best friend's head.

     I'm sitting upstairs in the attick, our new hangout room, in a comfortable black chair in front of the window, staring out at the sky in the horizon. Everything about this day is so boring. It's a little after noon and my stomach is turning and doing flips, and I'm so queasy. Without even thinking it through, I stick my head out the window and I gag, puking a little bit and gasping for air afterwards. The bile in my throat makes me so sore and my eyes have tears leaking because I hate this feeling so much.

     "Hey, bitch!" I suddenly hear a voice, opening my eyes to realize it's Mickey.

     I stare down at her and force a smile. "Hey, whore."

    She holds up a bag and a wide grin is unexpectedly plastered across her flawless face. Her hair is down and wavey, her pink highlights very light now and fading away. She has on a loose white long sleeve shirt with a pair of black ripped jeans, and her pink hightops and her large pink purse hanging over her shoulder. "I brought you soup!" She happily calls up to me and I sigh in annoyance.

    "But it's so gross. I'm eating way too much soup and I still don't feel better."

    "It's good for you Jules, shut the fuck up." 

    I shake my head and roll my eyes in defiance, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand and trying not to gag again from the sight of my throw up splattered against the roof. "The key's under the mat. Mom's at work. Come on up."

    She turns away and walks out of my sight. About two minutes later, I let out a deep breath and get off the chair, realizing she isn't planning on coming up here. I make my way down the attic stairs and once I get to the living room, I notice Mickey standing in the kitchen carrying a bowl to the coffee table. When she sets her gaze on my image, she snorts under her breath.

    "Woah, babe. You look horrible. You look like you're glowing though..."

    I release a laugh although there's no humor intended. "Glowing? Yeah, totally. I'm glowing and I've been as sick as a dog for the past  almost two weeks now. I'm throwing up like crazy. I can't stand this, Mickey. I'm drained, so exhausted. Thank God I'm finally starting to feel a little better. I just don't know how I haven't gotten Blaze sick with the flu yet. We fuck every time he comes here."

      She slightly frowns, and humphs. "Yeah, that's weird. Do you kiss or?"

    "No, I'm trying not to kiss him just because it's more contagious that way, you know? So we just have sex and it makes me feel at least a little better for a while. Until he leaves."