━━━ 04. sick


|chapter four:: sick|


I eyed my brother as he came toward me, only to place an apple on my desk, "So you guys are friends again?"


He met my squinted eyes before glancing back over at the table he was previously at with Ander, who was busy on his phone, "Baby steps."


"So I've heard," I scoffed and he raised a brow at me, "Lu mentioned it because it was clear you weren't."


"I didn't think you would take it well, so I kept it to myself. Plus, you didn't tell me about Nic and how you guys were dating," He sighed and I kissed my teeth.


"We're not dating," I clarified and he scoffed.


"Oh yeah, I think the right term is 'fuck buddies'." He retorted, messing with his tie.


I ignore him, "Anyways, what I kept from you is a bit different from what's going on here," I explained, before crossing my arms and smirking a bit, "Unless you two are hooking up too?"


"Very funny, Adriana," He chuckled at my words and so did I for a moment. Lately, things have gone from weird to very weird in the short span of weeks. The harassing tweets all together stopped, but Polo still attended Las Encinas, so that wasn't different. I gained an extra friend, Rebeca, who's really cool, though lately she's been through a lot since her mom got busted. And now, Guzman is back to being friends with my ex. Guzman looked at me, as I stared at Ander, who was still oblivious to my gaze, "If you're wondering about him, he's fine."


"Good to know, but I don't care." I bluntly told him, lying straight through my teeth before I stood up from my seat. I was beginning to care, because it was strange how only a while ago, Guzman had practically wished death upon him, and now they're have casual conversations like it didn't happen. Last time Guzman did this, hours later, he was holding Polo captive and beating him almost to death.


"Where are you heading?" He wondered, but turned his gaze to Nic who entered the classroom, quickly rolling his eyes as he approached us with a wide smile, "Of course."


"Hello to you, too, Guzman." Nic greeted, still holding his smile before he took the apple from the desk before biting into it. Guzman gave me a look, holding his tongue before he walked back to Ander and Nic looked at me, "I'm practically his brother in law, the least he can do is show me some love back."


I then rolled my eyes, "Don't ever think of yourself that way."


"Why because you won't marry me?" He chuckled and I hummed.


"You're correct," I nodded, walking out of the class, "You're not the type of person I see to marry someone anyway."


"That's a shame because I would marry you," He fake pouted, walking next to me.


I chuckled, "Okay, is that before or after-" I quickly put my hand on my head, a wave of dizziness hitting me hard.


"Hey, you okay?" Nic asked me, holding me up as he stared at me with concerned. I nodded, but doing that made the hallways suddenly spin at a fast pace. I stumbled slightly, falling into Nic's arms completely, "Adriana?" He called out to me, but I could hear his voice fade as my skin began to burn up. What was happening to me? "Addy?"


"Nic.." I mumbled, beginning to feel my breathing pick up as I was beginning to panic at this sudden feeling. What was going on? I look up at Nic and at his worried face as I watch him incoherently call for help before my vision was getting spotty. My legs feel like they were falling into a bottom less pit as I could no longer feel the floor beneath me. Nic's voice was muffled above me as my eyes slips close and the tense feeling in my body disappeared.


I wonder if everyone experiences the same thing when they pass out. Do they get this pitch black nothingness or is it like the pearly gates of heaven just waiting their for you? Do they feel like hours passed after waking up or that them fainting could have only be for a few minutes?


Well, I felt like it was only minutes until I woke up in my dimly light room, my head pounding. I let out a groan as I tried to sit up, "How are you feeling?"


I turn my attention to the corner of my room to see Guzman sitting in my armchair as if waiting for me to get up, "Like I fainted."


"You scared the shit out me," He sighed, running his hand through his shaved head, "I didn't tell mom or dad, thought it would be best for them not to know."


"Thanks," I mumbled, looking down at my lap, feeling his gaze on me.


"When were you going to tell me that you weren't taking your meds, Adriana?" He asked and I sighed deeply.


"Um, never. I don't need them as often as I used to," I explained, "What happened earlier wasn't caused by anxiety, or some sort of panic attack. I just got light headed."


"Did you eat?" He wondered and I nodded, "So how else would you explain what happened?"


"There's multiple reasons why a person would faint, Guzman, " I told him, swinging my legs over the bed to touch the cold floor, only to see I was barefoot and that I was still in my uniform. I looked at him, pushing my hair behind my ears, shrugging slightly, "I could be a diabetic."


He held a stern look, "This isn't funny, Adriana."


"You don't think I know that?" I reached the glass of water that sat on my bedside table, drinking it slowly, "I'm okay, Guzman. Only thing I've been feeling is a little rise in my temperature, I'm probably catching a cold." He doesn't look happy by my words, so I furrowed my brows, "What's wrong?"


"I've lost one sister, I don't need to lose another, okay?" He huffed out, looking at me before slouching back in the seat, showing exhaustion, "And it's bad enough I'm dealing with one sick person, so now I have to deal with another."


I keep my brows furrowed as I watched him intently, "What are you talking about? Who's sick?"


At my question, he quickly met my eyes before hesitating, "It's no one."


"Of course it's someone, Guzman, you just said it." I argued as he stood up from the chair, "Tell me, who is it?"


"Don't worry about it, Adriana, I mean it," He assured, "It's not my business to tell anyway."


"How can I not worry now?" I pressed on, "Who is it? Mom? Dad?" He shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose before he sat back down. I eyed him, worry filling my lungs at a rapid pace, "Guzman, tell me, please."


"He made me promise not to tell you, but," He moved his hands crossing his arms over one another as he stared at me, seeing the concern written all over my face. My heart was pounding, his hesitation killing me and he could tell, though he was still debating on if I should know. Is it him? Please don't be him. Please don't be my brother. Guzman pressed his lips into a thin line, before looking away at his shoes briefly and sighing heavily, "It's.. it's Ander, Adriana."


{author's note:: sorry it's short, it was more of a filler, but hopefully it'll be longer for the next chapter}

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