Lovely Desire, Breanna Davis [read an ebook week .TXT] 📗

MY stomach felt like it was caving in on itself. My head hurts and sweat kept breaking out on my forehead. My temperature was a high 102 and I was stuck rolled up in covers. It’s been exactly two days after I caught Trent with the raven haired beauty. My heart hurts more than the rest of my body because of that. No matter what I did, or ate, I was the same – sick and dry heaving over the toilet. My mother was worried and wanted to take me to the doctor, but I told her I was fine and probably caught something.
I was glad for the sickness because I didn’t have to go to school and see Trent’s beautiful face. I still had to have two weeks of detention with him, but right now I was determining whether or not I should even go. I should admit to my mother that I was indeed irresponsible and just stay home and roll in my sickness. Even though the idea of not seeing Trent sickened me more than this virus that I had.
I rolled over on my side and grabbed my stomach. I could feel throw up threatening to come up. I got out of bed and quickly rushed to the toilet. I closed the bathroom door behind me and puked up my guts. I held my stomach and threw up everything I ate today. Tears streamed down my face as I leaned against the toilet – thinking. How the hell did I even get this virus? Was it the food I ate at the coffee shop? Or was it the food I ate at Josephine’s? I had no clue, but I never threw up like this in my life.
On one occasion, when I was six, I had bad stomach flu and started puking everywhere. But it didn’t even compare to this. It felt like a knife was stabbing me on my lower abdomen. It was sharp like a razor and hurt like hell. I yelped out and clawed at my stomach as if I can scratch the flu out of me. More tears streamed down my face, my body shook with new tears.
Even though I was in so much pain, my mind went right back to Trent. I wanted to see him and I wanted him to make me better. But I knew he didn’t want to see me. I was probably the last face he wanted to see. I was a fling. I knew I was. It was simply impossible for a hunk like Trent to actually want me. I was nothing special. Honestly, I wondered why Trent even wasted his time to even make out with me. But he did stop. Maybe that was when he realized I was too ugly to sleep with.
My stomach groaned and my headache accelerated at the thought. I turned around and puked again in the toilet.
Tears streamed down my face again, and I wiped it away with the back of my hand. I was a mess. A huge mess and where was Trent Lawrence? Probably having a romantic evening with the raven haired beauty. I puked again at the thought.
Why did I have to be so foolish as to make out with my History teacher? Why couldn’t I have listened to the rational part of me and not make out with him. Now I was a broken hearted girl. I choked on a sob and started coughing.
I wiped my tears away and rolled up in a ball on the cool tiled floor. The coolness helped to settle my stomach a bit. I wrapped my arms around my torso and closed my eyes. I needed a good night’s sleep. Nothing more, but a good night’s sleep. I needed to rest my eyes and my mind, and most importantly – my heart. I needed to sneak into my dream world and be happy. I wanted to dream of me and Trent Lawrence together, wrapped up in a blanket after making love.
The thought of it seemed to make my stomach better, and make my headache go away. So I kept thinking about it. Me and Trent, making out, having a great time without the raven haired beauty. I sighed, satisfied and fell asleep.

I woke up to banging on the door. Ever since I got sick, a banging on the door would make my head hurt even more, but at this point it felt like my headache was gone. It was there, I could still feel a bit of a pressure on my brain, but it wasn’t as bad as it was yesterday. My stomach felt better too. It was like a dull pain in my lower abdomen and not a sharp razor like pain. When I touched my forehead, there was no sweat dripping down my face.
I smiled and sat up only to realize my surroundings were a mess. Throw up was everywhere. On the toilet seat, in the toilet, on the mirror, and sink. I honestly didn’t even know how it got there. I thought I only threw up in the toilet. I sighed.
“I’ll be out in a minute.” I said. My voice surprised me. It was stronger than it had been all week, but my throat felt scratchy when I talked. But it was indeed an improvement. I felt really good. Well, not my absolute best. I could certainly do better, but it was an break through. Even though, being sick has kept me from facing Trent for two days, I really did miss hanging out with Leo and Jamie. I missed practice today also. Of course coach is going to yell at me like I’m some fool again.
“Hurry up. You have a visitor downstairs.” My father’s voice said.
A visitor? Who would want to see me? And why did my parents allow them to come in? Since I’ve been sick, my parents were strict on who can see me. They didn’t want them catching what I had and they didn’t want me to catch something else if they happened to also be sick.
Happy to actually socialize with someone outside of my family, I quickly grabbed a rag and started cleaning up the puke. I brushed my teeth, sure that it smelled like a donkey’s rear end from all the vomiting I’ve been doing.
I threw my hair up in a ponytail, added eye shadow and eyeliner and headed for my room. I threw on some black shorts and red short-sleeved shirt and put on some diamond knobs. I put on some black socks and headed downstairs.
And of course, waiting for me with yet another surprise, Sophie was swinging on the railing of the staircase. I cursed underneath my breath. Sophie has been pretty good when I was sick, which surprised me. I swear she sensed that I was feeling better and had to do something really stupid just to get on my nerves.
I grabbed her right before she was about to lose her balance. When I caught her, her fingers immediately went for my ponytail and she tugged on it. I tried to get her hand out of it, but she tugged harder causing me to pull my hand away. Frustrated, I tried to bite her hand, only to bite down on my own tongue.
“Sophie, let go!” I growled.
“No! Put me back on the pole!”
I bit my bottom lip, trying to figure out what I can say or do to get her to let my ponytail go. Coming up with nothing, I tried again to pry her fingers away, but her grip became tighter. “Let go!”
“No!”
I sighed, exasperated. My parents would be able to get her to let go. I started walking down the stairs, Sophie in my arms, her small hands still tangled in my hair. What was even worse was the fact that with ever step, her grip got tighter.
“Sophie! Stop pulling so hard!”
“Let me go!”
“You’re going to have to let go of my hair first.”
“Put me back on the pole and I’ll let you go!” she shrieked.
“No!”
“Why not?” she whined.
“It’s dangerous! You can get hurt,” I pleaded.
“I don’t care! I want to play on the pole!”
“No, Sophie! Let my hair go!”
“Put me on the pole!”
“It’s not a pole! It’s a rail and it is not there for climbing!”
“I don’t care!” She pulled tighter on my ponytail, causing me to yelp.
“You idiot! You’re pulling out my hair!” I growled.
“Don’t call me that, you fat head!”
I finally reached the kitchen, and still tried to pull Sophie off of me. “Let go, now!”
“No, no, no!”
I looked up, and at my mom. “Tell her to let me go or I will -,” I paused as I realized who was in the kitchen with us. My mouth went dry, and my heart beat accelerated.
My grip on Sophie loosened a bit and I felt my palms get sweaty. I looked away from our guest and turned towards my mother. “Get her off of me, please.” I said with less conviction.
My mother laughed and reached for Sophie. Sophie immediately let go of my hair and snuggled into my mother. I was glad I was finally free from Sophie, but now I had an even worse problem.
I turn back towards Trent Lawrence to see what he had to say. If anything he had to say was important that is. When I looked into his gray eyes, I immediately got trapped. They locked my green eyes in a strangle hold and threatened to take me away to paradise. It took everything in me not to throw myself on him. It was partly because my parents were in the room with us, but mostly the fact that he used me like toilet tissue. Like I was a useless piece of junk. The messed up thing was, I fell for it. But, I couldn’t let him get the best of me. One good thing I learn from my relationship with Kyle was that you got to play it like a game. If you show vulnerability, you lost. And I hated losing. Trent Lawrence had no idea about what was coming his way.
But then, I really looked at him. Instead of in his regular suit, Trent was in grey sweats and a v-neck with a black scarf wrapped around his neck. A leather jacket was thrown over his body. He still looked gorgeous in such attire that would look hideous on another person. But even in sweats, Trent still managed to look like a model. Even with his naturally good looks, Trent looked . . . sick. Like he’s been spending his nights over a toilet, waiting for vomit like I have been.
I bit my bottom lip. No, he was out making love with the raven haired beauty he failed to mention. As I recalled, he told his class that he was single. What a big fat lie. Even if he got a girlfriend in a month, he still made out with me on Friday. Never did he ask me to stop or did he mention a girlfriend.
Trent was a player and I knew just how to deal with him. I’ll fight fire with fire and pray I don’t get burned.
I forced a smile.
“Hey, Mr. Lawrence. What are you doing here?”
He smiled back and handed me some paper. I took it from his hands.
“Well, I’ve heard you’ve been sick. So, I picked up a week worth of your work and stopped