Here's Chapter 5 of It doesn't Work. Sorry it took a while, again. well, this one is boring.

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Chapter 5 It doesn't Work

I quickly jumped out the shower, realizing that I took way too much time "shower dreaming" about my wonderful time with Patrick last night...and this morning.

I bet he isn't even having any thoughts about me, probably moving on to the next girl ready from him.

Nah, I shouldn't say that. I mean, it was his first time too...so he says.

But I believe him.

He's really sweet, and a gentleman.

And those are hard to come by when you're stuck in a school filled with preppy jerks who just want a piece of your ass.

*sigh.

I pondered these thoughts, as I wrapped a towel tightly around myself, and steeped into my wardrobe.

I hurriedly put on some really, really tight skinny jeans, a blue tank top, and a light beige thin jacket over it. Slipped on my red converse, and looked in the mirror. I decided to put on some mascara, and blush, don't wanna overdue it and cover my whole new, shining face that I want the world to see.

Hmm.

I wonder if I really looked different.

They say you do in books and movies.

I don't know.

I brushed my hair a little, it being a little wet still from the shower, & fluffed it and making it look messy with my hands.

I think I need a new look, and one that isn't angelic like everyone seems to think about my old one.

I put a glistening and genuine smile on face that I haven't seen in such a long time and headed out the door, my backpack on my shoulder.

I think this is going to be a very good day...

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2 weeks Later

I think I've got the flu.

I keep throwing up, and getting nauseous for absolutely no reason.

I also have a loss of appetite.

Plus, even though Patrick lives right down the hall from my room, I haven't seen him since that morning. It's really got my mood down.

I mean, I've been in bed all day, too tired to go to class and worried I'll throw up on the teacher or something and earn myself a grade worse than it already is.

My life is being so drab lately.

Ooh, wait.

...

Sorry.

I had to go to the bathroom, again.

Man, I need some medicine or something.

Oh, did I mention Tyler(ex) dropped by earlier?

Yeah, he was worried because I had to leave class early yesterday because of my sickness.

He said I looked different, which worried me for a second because I thought he would find out that I had sex, and not with him.

But then he said I looked pail, and told me I needed some rest, then left.

I don't know why he's being so nice, I broke up with him.

For some reason I just completely can't stand him anymore.

I guess I'm just over his bullshit.

I heard something at my door.

It's probably just a friend to check up on me, or Stacey, my roommate.

I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep, as I heard the door slowly creak open.

What then followed were footsteps, and then I felt someone sit beside me on my bed, the mattress pushing inward.

"Caroline, are you awake?" The stranger whispered to me, cool breath blowing on my ear.

And yes, it's a stranger because that's definitely not a girl's voice.

They brushed the hair out of my face, their skin gently making contact with my forehead, sending chills down my body.

I opened my eyes slowly, worried who it might be, and my eyes met theirs...beautiful crystal blue eyes.

Wait... I know those eyes!! :D

"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked him, wondering how he got in my room, and why he wanted to be.

He shrugged, "I over heard a friend of mine who was talking about how you were sick, and that you weren't going to any of your classes today. So I wanted to come make sure you were okay. Plus, I haven't see you since the last time." He said, a little smile tugging on his full lips.

"Oh." Was the only thing that came out of my mouth.

Wow.

I didn't know he cared about me like that.

I mean, I've only known him for a few days.

Well...he says he's like me for a while, but never got the courage to actually talk to me.

Which I hardly doubt, especially with those good looks of his.

"Yeah, are you running a fever or anything? What kind of sickness do you have?" He asked me, a worried expression crinkling his beautiful face. He put his hand on my forehead, I guess checking for a fever.

"No. I haven't had a fever, just been throwing up some in the mornings. And I'm tired." I said back, still a little weird because of our skin contact.

I'm sorry! It feels weird! He makes me feel so sexual. All I want to do is lift my head up and lick his tantalizing and voluptuous li--!

"Oh, I'm sorry. But how long has this been going on? It sounds kind of serious." He looked intently at me, interrupting my train of thoughts, fortunately.

He's just a friend.

It was only a one time thing.

Get over yourself.

"It started a few days ago, getting a little worse every day. That's why I think it's the flu." I responded, making a frown because I hate being sick.

He chuckled a little at my expression, but the got serious again.

"I don't think it's the flu. If those are your only symptoms, I think you should go to the doctor. It sounds kind of serious."

He looked sort of pained...or something. I don't know. Confused and a little upset, I guess.

"Are you okay? What's wrong?" I asked, now worried about him.

"It's nothing. Don't worry about it. You should get some rest. I'll see you later."

After I still looked utterly confused, he gave me a little reassuring smile, kissed my forehead, then left, gently closing the door on his way out.

Hmm.

Well, he sounded serious.

I guess I should make a doctor's appointment.

But in the meantime, I'm exhausted.

From what, I couldn't tell ya.

I yawned, then drifted into a peaceful slumber, dreams only a minute away.

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