Maya POV
My hands were clamy and I was freezing even though it was 70 degrees out. I struggled to get out of bed and walked over to grab a thermometer.
Shit. 101°. I can't be sick today. We had everything planned out. All our actors, except Farkle of course. He stinks. Lucas thought I was going to be at school today. Well, if I show up and faint mid apology, then Riley know that I couldn't miss today.
I can't be sick. I just can't be sick.
I put on the literally most comfortable clothes I owned, yet I still felt uncomfortable.
I can't be sick. Please don't let me be sick.
After grabbing a granola bar for breakfast, I headed for the subway.
Halfway there, I felt myself getting dizzy, so I pulled out my phone and dialed his number.
****Call****
Maya: Hey, I don't feel so good. I was wondering if you were driving to school.
Farkle: Yeah I am. Where are you? I'll come pick you up. What's wrong?
Maya: I'm on 99th Avenue. I am really sick, but I have a very elaborate apology planned for today, and I don't have enough time to rescedual. Don't make me go home though!
Farkle: Okay. I'll be there in 5.
****Call****
I hung up and sat down against a brick wall. That's when things started to get really ugly.
Ooooooh! What's gonna happen? Sorry everything has been so short and I haven't been updating much. But I have decided that I will be updating 2-4 times a week. Here is the possible scedual:
2 times a week: Tuesday and Thursday
3 times a week: Sunday, Tuesday, and Thursday
4 times a week: Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday
Okay, I'm done now. Enjoy! Please keep reading!