The Bucket List (Rewriting)

Item Number Seven: Make A Scene

The Bucket List 

Item Number Seven: Make A Scene

"Farrah. Farrah!" he growled for the millionth time, jabbing me in the side to get my attention.

"Huh-um, sorry." I mumbled.

"Pay attention." He whispered, visibly annoyed at my lack of effort.

"No wonder you're failing chemistry." He muttered under his breath, setting the periodic table in front of me.

"Actually, as you already know, I'm failing because of you." I corrected him.

"You're failing because you're an idiot." He said bluntly, earning a death glare from me.

"Anyways," he began, disrespectfully ignoring my attempt to defend myself, "These are the list of polyatomics that you have to memorize. If you notice, the subscripts affect the suffix of the element." He started off.

I rolled my eyes.

"Farrah, I don't have to be here." He growled.

"Yes you do. That's what you get for being such an ass."

"This is what I get for being better than you without even trying." He remarked.

"Whatever."

"Seriously though, are you gonna take this seriously or shall I leave?" He proposed one last time.

I smiled sarcastically, gesturing towards the opposite side of the library, "The door's that way."

"Suit yourself. It's not like I care whether you fail or not. After all, I only agreed to this because Mrs. Reed asked me to." He informed me, grabbing his backpack and marching off.

As much as I couldn't stand the guy, I had to agree he had a point. He really didn't have to help me—Ms. Reed simply asked him to, and he just wanted to keep his façade up for her by pretending to be a good person so he agreed. Needless to say, whatever he told her about me would process as a fact in no time.

So I had no choice.

"Wait, Jayden." I called out, watching as he turned around expectantly.

"What?"

"Can you please help me?" I started, "I swear I'll take this serious now."

"What was that?" He mocked, cupping his ear as if he didn't actually hear me.

"Help me."

"Beg me to help you and I will." He smiled.

"How do you expect anyone to like you?" I seethed.

Soon enough, he looked at me with a weird expression: his eyes were wide and his face pale. My quizzical reaction was soon answered once I felt a drop of blood roll down my chin and splash onto my periodic table.

"Farrah, your nose is bleeding." He informed me.

I touched my nose in reply and felt the blood drip heavily. I had never actually gotten a nose bleed but I knew this wasn't just a nose bleed.

Alarmed, I quickly got up, in hopes of finding a box of tissues or a bathroom but found none.

"Here, I'll help find a tissue." He said, getting up.

"Wait, Farrah are you okay?" He said once I stood up.

I began to see dots again and my vision was also blurred, a ringing im my ears too familiar to ignore. My sense of hearing muted and I felt my body grow weak.

†

I woke up to the stinging smell of alcohol and a bombardment of voices.

"Should I call the ambulance?" A female voice asked as I had just opened my eyes.

"No, I'll call my dad. He's a doctor." Jayden said, shooing everyone to resume to what they were doing.

"Great you're awake," he remarked, "Get your stuff so I can take you to see my dad."

"What happened?" I mumbled, unable to process anything that was happening.

"You have about," he said while checking his watch, "one minute to grab your stuff."

"You're not taking me anywhere." I announced.

"Yes I am. If you die, by all means, go ahead, but I don't want to be held responsible for your lack of medical attention." He remarked, pointing at his watch.

"Whatever." I mumbled, stumbling my way to get my stuff.

Before I fully reached my book bag and books, I turned around.

"Oh, and Jayden?" I asked innocently, still slightly dazed.

"What do you want?" He seethed.

"I hate you."