I woke to Henry's frantic voice.
"Rob, she hasn't eaten anything since she's been here. Or had anything to drink. I'm nervous," Henry said in a hushed tone.
I looked over at my phone, which wasn't there.
I got up and quietly crept outside my room. I saw Henry pacing back and forth.
"I know, I know!" he was saying.
"Henry, I wanna talk to her," I heard Rob say. Henry started my way and I silently slunk into my room again. I heard a soft knock, and,
"Yeah Henry?" I asked sleepily.
"Someone wants to talk to you," he said.
He handed me my phone and flicked on the light. He shut the door behind him as he left, and left me feeling awkward.
"Alex, why haven't you been answering me?" Rob asked, his voice mixed with anger and concern.
Don't wanna let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don't wanna hide the truth.
"Nothing," I said.
"That didn't answer my question. What's wrong?" Rob asked.
"Nothing!" I said, my voice uneven.
"Alex, something's wrong. I've known you since we were four. You can't hide anything from me," he pointed out.
"I don't have to tell you everything!" I snapped.
"What's wrong babe?" Rob asked, his voice soft.
"You wanna know what happened? Well I'll tell you. My ex came to my room and I totally screamed at him and he left. Then he came back and kissed me, and I kissed back until I remembered: he wasn't you. Then I felt like a horrible person and you were talking about how much you loved me and I had a fucking panic attack. You know why? Because you deserve someone better than me," I fumed.
I thought he was going to blow up. Get mad. Yell, scream. Swear. But no.
"You kissed...him?" was all Rob asked. I nodded my head shamefully.
"Yeah," I said quietly.
"Alex, what about us?" he asked softly.
"What about us?" I snapped. "I love you, you love me. Unless, of course, one of your hoes took my place." I muttered the last part angrily.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Rob demanded, furrowing his eyebrows.
"Nothing. Nothing. Just the fact that I'm fucking replaceable. That's all," I snarled.
"I can't deal with you right now," Rob said, rolling his eyes. "I'm in the locker room and it's halftime, so don't expect a call. Goodbye."
And with that, he hung up.
Now to deal with Hen.
"HENRY!" I screamed. He came in sheepishly.
"Yeah Alex?" he asked, smiling awkwardly.
"Why?" I demanded.
"Why what?" Henry asked innocently.
"Why did you call Rob?"
"Well...I'm worried about you," he admitted.
"Why are you worried?" I asked.
"Because I've known you for about four-ish years, and you've never turned down a meal. Also, you're really pale," Henry pointed out. I shook my head.
"You should be worried about Katie," I told him crossly.
"I'm worried about both of you. While you were blacked out, the doctor came by." Henry's brow creased.
"What'd he say?" I asked hoarsely.
"He said because she refuses to get help, she has about a week."
"Henry!" I cried. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't want to upset you," he said quietly. His eyes were misty.
"It's ok," I whispered, giving him a hug. He smiled.
"I dunno Alex," he said. "I dunno."
**a month and a half later**
"Alex!" Katie called.
"What?" I replied sleepily.
"Your flight!" My door opened and there stood Katie.
"How the hell are you alive?" I muttered to myself.
Somehow--some fucking how--Katie's cancer had been cured. Or...it left. She had decided to have surgery, and boom. It was gone. She was alive. Don't get me wrong, I was fucking ecstatic, but I was also really confused.
"Alex, GET UP!" Katie ripped the blanket off me.
I sleepily got up and went into the bathroom. I put a Patriots tank top, a sweatshirt, and a pair of sweats in the bathroom. I packed my jeans and Gronkowski jersey in my carryon, along with my blanket and stuffed animal and phone charger. I got in the shower and let the hot water run all over.
Howdy. So I know I haven't exactly been the best updated or author, but please cut me some slack. I could blame some lame excuse but I'm not gonna. I have been a little stressed though because my crush recently broke his ankle and needed to have two surgeries. He can't play sports for 6-8 months. He was crying and I spent the rest of the school day bawling my eyes out.
So I just needed to get that off my chest. Plus, the Patriots have been sucking. So yeah.
Alrighty my Nutella Jars!