First class was the usual torture. This time we spent all morning talking about The Charge of the Light Brigade by Lord Alfred Tennyson. It was a great poem, except for the fact that all of them were about death, loss, and grief. Seriously, was this how God was letting me know that I had to accept my fate? Looked like it to me. And so on the first block of the morning went smoothly. Trying to catch up on my missed day, I manage to ignore the stupid question. Miles comments and unnecessary emotions.
"Hey," Cameron greeted with his cool tone as he took a seat alongside Rocky. He shook his waves back, letting his black hoop into view.
Automatically throwing his arm over Rocky's shoulder. They seemed so close and comfortable, but Cameron never made a move or insinuated something other than simply being comfortable with someone he knew for years. Glancing up for a second just to greet them, then went back to my business. Taking a sip of my sparkling water to chuck down the uncomfortable knot in my throat I forced my eyes to stay low and to avoid his. It was for my own good.
I spent two days in the hospital, my throat was still sore and with all the crying the pain wasn't going to get better any time soon. Although that helped to explain to the nosey ones that I simply had an extreme case of the flu and that was the reason for the fuss at the pool. In a way, God was backing me up with good excuses.
"What's up?" Rocky greeted him with more enthusiasm.
For the first time, the thought of Rocky liking Cameron popped in my brain, and I hated it. I really hated the idea of my friend liking him. I couldn't stand a chance against her. This wasn't a fight, but it was about chances; and in many ways, Rocky had the advantage. She was healthy, pretty or at least tried more than I did. She was definitely more outgoing than I could ever be, and the best chance of all. She was going to live. Her biggest advantage of all. I shook the idea off my head. Choking another sip of my San Pellegrino Water.
"Switch, you need this. " Yael appeared next to me, snatching the simple water off my hands and replacing it with ...