4 Chapter Four (2/2)
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I pulled into the parking spot and picked up my backpack before getting out of my truck. I lifted the side part on the seat and slid it forward to let both the boys out. I then walked away and let the boys lock up my truck. When I went through the large, heavy front doors I didn't bother associating with anyone and went straight to my locker taking my books out and dodging peiple in the hallway till getting to my math class. Nicholas came in and sat down at his desk beside me and reached across to my table squeezing my hand for no apparent reason.
”Hm?” I asked looking over at him.
”You seemed tense, especially earlier this morning with Harris.” He said, releasing my hand.
”It's nothing.” I said, turning my attention to the front just as Mr. Ozaki walked in.
”Ari, can I borrow a pencil?” Asked one of the girls seated behind me.
”Yeah, sure.” I said as I dug through my bag and handed her a newly sharpened pencil. Ari is my nickname. The boys think it's childish so they refuse to call me that. Paris is my only name with them. Or little one. 'Mainly little one....' I thought to myself before looking up and seeing Mr. Ozaki hovering over my desk.
”Would you like to share what has you so deep in thought? Miss. Sanders?” He said with the very first strict face I had seen from him.
”No, sir. My apologies.” I said looking down from his gaze.
”Good. Thank you. Everyone, eyes back to the front.” He said as I felt my cheeks heat up from embarrassment. After about an hour into class, my mind started going anywhere else but in the moment. I felt tired but wide awake at the same time. 'If I really need to, I'll sign myself out after this class and then drive home to rest a little bit. I might still be having a little bit of a rush from last night and this morning.' I though to myself before reclining back in my chair and tuning back into class.
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I'm in my history class now. It's my sixth period of the day, out of seven. Harris, Jerome and I were both in this class. Otherwise, majority of my classes are with Nicholas. I had been feeling dizzy all day but not enough to want to drive home because of it. The only problem was that it had gotten ten times worse. Hell I could feel my head moving from side to side before falling out of my chair.
”Paris?!” Harris said as he got up and scooped me up in what I'd wager to be at most .2 seconds. His two arms were wrapped around my body, carrying me bridal style to the nurses office, and Jerome was right behind him.
”Boys, I didn't expect to see you guys here. And- Paris? Oh dear. What's the matter?” The nurse asked. The last time I was in here because I got punched in the throat. This girl was acting like an immature little rich bitch, so, I told her off and she didn't like it. I'll leave extra details out of this story.
”She fell out of her chair and damn near almost passed out.” Jerome said and slapped Harrisons arm almost saying ”Dude put her the hell down.” or something like that. Jerome didn't like it but he still did. Both boys we're about to leave but I called out to one of them.
”Wait, will you stay with me...”