Over and Out

Emma Hamilton is dealing with being a senior while having a crush on Jackson Reeder who she can't seem to shake. With her two best friends as side kicks at her side, can she take the heat or will she melt under school and the pressure of the guy?


10. Not Quite the Love Bug

I got up that Wednesday and knew that it was going to be a bad day.  My stomach had been hurting the night before, so I took some medicine and went to bed early.  I grabbed my phone on my night stand and dialed my moms number.  No answer. I dialed my dads and held it up to my ear. As it was ringing I walked over to my mirror and stared at my face.  No answer from him either. I waited for the female voice to tell me to leave a message after the beep and then said,

"Hey dad, it's me. Your daughter Emma. I said that in case you and mom forgot that you had one because you guys never answer my calls. If you get this before eight could you please call the school and tell them I won't be coming in today? I think i caught something. Text me if you do, thanks bye" I said pressing the end button and then tossing it on my bed.  My eyes had dark circles under neath them and my face looked pale.  I touched my stomach and moaned. It hurt so bad, there was no way I was going to make it through today.  

I walked to my bathroom and started the shower. As I got undressed I felt a pain shoot throughout my entire body. I quickly jumped in the shower and turned the water on hot. I sat underneath the shower head for ten minutes in relief because the pain had went away and I felt okay for a little bit.  I washed my hair, and then turned the water off. I felt a cold breeze hit my feet and hands and reached for my towel. I dried off fast, and then wrapped my body up in my robe.  I went to my sink and brushed my teeth. I swallowed a little bit of tooth paste and almost through up. Yeah, I had definitely caught something.  I took my hair out of my towel and went to my room. I slowly made my bed because I have OCD issue and then went to my closet. I grabbed a pair of leggings and reached for sweater that was long enough where it covered my butt and frontal area. I through on a little bit of concealer under my eyes trying to cover up the fact that I didn't feel good and then went to check my phone. Still no text from my dad. I put on a pair of fuzzy socks and through on my riding boots. 

As I waited by the window by my front door, I kept checking my phone seeing if either of my parents had texted me saying that I was called in and didn't have to go to school.  When Sadie pulled up and honked her horn at seven I knew that I would have to push through the day.  I

I walked up to her car and got in and quietly slammed the door because my head was killing me. I buckled up and looked at her, "Thanks for the ride" I said smiling

"You don't look good..." she said staring me down

"Yeah, I feel a little sick today. No big deal" I said shrugging my shoulder brushing it off. Maybe if told other people I felt okay then I would believe it myself.

"Okay, but all I'm saying is that if you feel like your going to toss your cookies, please toss them out my windows and not all over my floor. I just got beyonce cleaned" she said pulling away from the curb. She named her car beyonce junior year when she got it for her birthday  and ever since then I always cracked up hearing her call her that.

"When are you going car shopping?" She asked stopping at the red light.

"Whenever my parents come home. I called my dad last night before I went to bed and he said that when he comes home we can go. He got really mad because my car was only a year old. He kept going on and on about how that dealership should never be trusted and that he's never gonna buy a car there again." I said looking at my hands.

Sadie pressed the gas as the light turned green and I avoided looking out my window. The fast movement made me even more sick to my stomach.  We drove for another ten minutes and then pulled in the school parking lot.  Sadie was about to pull into a spot when a truck came towards us and whipped into it before she had the chance. She slammed on her breaks and I lunged forward being caught my seatbelt and felt vomit form in my throat. Sadie took he palm of her hand and slammed it on her horn. She rolled down her window and screamed out of it.

"Way to go asshole! It's a school parking lot, not a monster truck rally! How about you be a gentleman and go by the code of ladies first!!!!" she screamed.

"Ow. Do you have to yell?" I said rubbing the temples of my head. 

She reversed her car and pulled into another spot,

"Sorry Emma, but if somebody's not gonna say something to him then no one will." she said. She turned her car off and we both got out. When I stood on the ground my legs felt like I had been on a boat for a week. Sadie grabbed her backpack and looked at me.

"Are you sure your okay Emma. You seriously do not look good." she said quietly closing her car door.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. School beckons" I said closing my door and walked over to her side.

She was a good three feet away from me.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Staying away from you. The last thing I need is to get sick. Especially with the dance coming up." She said keeping her distance.

"Oh my gosh, don't be a drama queen. Your fine," I said trying to walk next to her.

"No! Stay away from me!" she ran ahead of me.

"No fair!!! I can't run!" I said yelling at her. 

She turned around and stopped running. She was laughing waiting for me to catch up and then turned around when I was closer to her.

"Hey, I actually thought you were gonna wait for me" I frowned.

"Hell to the nah" she said.

I through my arms in the air and trudged behind her. 


When it was lunch time I went to the bathroom and kneeled on the floor facing the toilet. I was going to be sick, I had a feeling. I always had this weird feeling before, which gave me some warning. I heard the door open and then close.

"Emma?" I heard a voice say

"Sadie?" I asked. "How did you know I was in here?" I said standing up slowly and then opening the stall door.

"You've been in here all morning." she said rolling her eyes.

"Why are you in here holing up?" she said crossing her arms.

"It just feels more comfortable in the toilet since I feel like shit" I said going to wash my hands.

"Well Jackson is at his locker and I over heard Mitchell talking about you to him" Sadie said when taking two steps back.

"Yeah, Jackson told me that Mitchell has a crush on me. Isn't that funny?" I said chuckling.

"Do I think it's funny that Mithcells best friend has a crush on my best friend who has a crush on Mitchells best friend?" she raised her eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, I'm just in hysterics over here!" she raised her arms up and waved them in the air with a not laughing face.

"Emma, this could cause some major drama-rama. Just saying" she said putting her hands in her back pockets. 

"Relax, okay? I'm not in the mood to talk about this right now. I feel sick enough as it is." 

"Well are you ready to ditch this hell hole with sharpie marked stalls? Because it smells like straight up shit in here and I'm getting pink eye just smelling it." she said turning around leaving the bathroom.

I walked behind her and said Jackson at his locker with Mitchell too.

"Hey Emma" Jackson nodded at me.

"Need a ride home?" Jackson asked as Mitchell turned around and looked at me.

"Do you feel okay Emma?" he asked knitting his eyebrows together.

"Yeah, Im good. And um, sure Jackson. You really don't have to do that though." I said smiling.

"Nah, it's all good. Just trying to be a gentlemen" he winked at me and closed his locker door. He walked away with Mitchell at his side who turned around as they were walking and smiled at me.

"Could Mitchell be more obvious?" Sadie said turning around and flipped her hair so we could walk the other direction.

"I know. But I think it's cute that he's trying. And he noticed that I wasn't feeling well. Jackson obviously didn't say anything even though I look like a pile of poop today. Maybe he thinks I look like a pile of poop everyday and that's why he didn't say anything." I said looking at Sadie.

"Well, you do wear those sweaters and flannels a lot.." she trailed off and then looked at me and cracked a smile.

I laughed and lightly slapped her arm.

"Hey! No contact today. I can't risk anything" she said shaking her shoulder trying to shake the germs off.

As we were walking down the hall to our sixth period class I saw a posters hanging up for class president. I saw six of Sadies in the past two minutes.

"Why do you want to be president anyways?" I asked.

"Because, being president, is like, an honor" she said taking her right hand and made an invisible rainbow with it.

"And Carthage said that I needed to join an extracurricular to ensure my spot since I didn't have anything extra on my application." she said rolling her eyes.

"So you chose running for class president? You know you could have chosen something like book club. Or the knitting club..." I said wrapping my arms around my stomach.

"Knit and bitch? Hell no. Go big or go home, right?" she asked.

I smiled and nodded, "I guess so..."

"Hey, do you think people will know I spelled president with a "z" on purpose? No one's gonna vote for me if they think I'm a dumbass."


School trudged on the rest of the day and so did my stomach ache. I left my eighth period class and went to my locker to find Jackson already waiting there. Now that was a sight I would't mind seeing everyday. I smiled at him.

"Hey Hamilton. Ready?" he asked. 

"Yeah, ready" I smiled at him.

I already felt sick when I was around him. I don't think my stomach could hold the capacity of vomit and butterflies all at once.

As we walked out to his truck I felt a little relief in my stomach. Maybe this bug was going to start going away. He opened up my door for me and I got in. As I sat down, my stomach didn't feel like it was going to explode. I probably just had a little bug. I was relieved it was going away now. Jackson got in the drivers side seat, slammed his door shut and started the car. As we pulled away from the parking lot I examined him out of my left eyeball trying to be desecrate. He had on a red and grey checkered flannel with a white shirt under neath. He was wearing blue jeans and his steel toed boots. He looked so good and I wanted to badly to reach for his hand and hold it but I decided that it probably wouldn't be the brightest idea considering friends don't usually hold hands while they're driving.

As we drove over the bridge and he turned into the right hand turn lane to go on the highway he looked at me.

"How was your day?" he asked glimpsing at me quick and then back to the road.

"Good. I got an A on my creative writing paper." I said smiling at him

"Shocker" he laughed and rolled his eyes.

"Hey, I get bad grades sometimes!" I said. I didn't want Jackson thinking I was a goody two shoes.

"Yeah right. I sat next to you in every class we had together last year and every paper the teacher handed back to you had an A on it." he said turning the radio down so we weren't talking so loud.

I folded my arms across my chest and looked out the window.

"I can be a bad ass" I said looking at him

"Oh yeah?" he asked laughing.

"Yeah. Like a major bad ass."  I said trying to sound stern.

"I can't picture you being a bad ass. But that's okay, I like you just the way you are Hamilton." he said smiling at me a little longer this time.

"Eyes on the road Reeder" I said trying to hide my smile.

Suddenly, I felt my stomach ache form again. Damn Jackson and his butterflies he gives me.

"I was gonna ask you today, but I didn't wanna sound mean, but..do you feel okay? You looked kinda pale..." he said keeping his eyes on the road.

"Yeah, I think I just caught a bug. Why would you have sounded mean?" I asked confused

"If you felt fine, then I didn't wanna hurt your feelings by saying I thought you didn't look good" he said changing the radio station and then clearing his throat.

I looked out he the window and smiled to myself feeling more butterflies in my stomach.

As we kept driving the butterflies kept forming in my stomach. But they weren't fluttering, they were cutting my insides and I knew that it wasn't butterflies, but vile. It was coming back and my warning that I had earlier was starting to catch up to me. 

"Hey Jackson, c-could you pull over?" I said starting to breathe heavily and fast. I unbuckled quickly and looked at him.

He looked at me and his eye got huge. He quickly pulled over and put the car in park.

I flung open the car door and jumped out and knelt in the grass. I heard foot steps walking over behind me

"Emma are you okay?" Jackson asked. He walked up right behind me and put a hand on my back.

I could feel it forming in my throat. It was starting to make its way up, and it kept getting closer. It was burning and I just knew that it wasn't going to be pretty. I felt it getting closer, and closer and-


I through up everywhere. The pretty white little flowers that were in front of me were now covered in my vomit. It just kept coming. 

"Emma, are you sure your okay?" Jackson asked.

After about two minutes when I thought it was over I turned around and stood up. I brushed my knees off and tried to force a smile.

"Emma...?" he looked at me.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I smiled trying to ignore the horrible taste in my mouth

"Are you sure? Because you don't look s-..."

I threw up again, this time on his shoes before he could even finish his sentence.

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