F ebr U ary - Valentines Day competition

My name is Eron, pronounced, "Air-on". It's really Eros, but I gotta keep cover, people study about me. Most people would know me as Cupid and well, that is true. Every February - gross - I find 5 people their true loves. IF I don't find their true loves, my grandfather, Zeus, punishes me by taking away my wings and bow for the rest of my life. Do I get anything good out of it? Nope, just me doing a favor for everyone else.

(Valentines day competition entry! This is the writing part :)

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8. Chapter 6: Hospital Blues

My eyes blink repeatedly, trying to recover my blindness of the ceiling light above me. I sit up and see AJ in the corner fast asleep in a chair, and my mom Aphia, through the window talking to a guy who was wearing a doctor uniform. Oh god, not a doctor mom.

“Psst! AJ!” I shouted, causing him to jump. His curly blonde hair was a hectic mess, and he was dry looking.

“Look who decided to wake up.” He said, walking over and fist bumping me. He had marks of redness on his knuckles.

“What are those from?” I asked, sitting up straighter. He chuckles,

“I punched that fucker that was beating you up right on the spot. Knocked him the hell out too.” He assured, kissing his knuckles.

“Who even did he think he was?” I asked again, feeling bumps on my face, “And why am I in the hospital for shit like that?”

“Let’s just say, He recovered from my hit quickly, and you well – you didn’t. Your mom was worried as hell.” He replied, offering me another apple. Does AJ just always have apples?

“Damn, where’s my bag?” I realized that my bow was still in there.

“Oh, I gave it to your mom.” He said, causing me to sigh of relief.

“Thank god.”

“But, why do you have a really tiny bow in there?”

                I froze. Usually, I’m good at pretending I don’t know things, but this, this was harder to cope with.

“Grandpa gave it to me – you know?” I shook, trying to act as casual as possible.

                He sort of gave me a concerned nod, and then my mom walked in. She had my bag in her hand and gave it to me. She smiled at me.

“Oh god, you’re alive!” She cried, hugging me on the side. It was a small school fight, nothing big. I’m surprised she isn’t pissed about our fight we had last night – I think it was last night.

“What day is it?” I asked again, letting go of her hug.

“February 7th, it’s been 4-days Eron.”

                4-days? It’s been four fucking days! How was I supposed to finish my task by the 14th? I rolled my eyes and whispered to myself,

“Fuck you February.” Even though it wasn’t the month’s fault, I’d like to think it was.

“How did he hurt me that bad?”

“We don’t know, all I know is, I hurt him bad later,” AJ added, wiping imaginary dust off his shoulders and sticking his tongue out.

“AJ, “I paused, “ Could you go and get me a snack from the vending machines?”

                He nodded and headed right out the door. I had to find a way to get him out of there to explain to my mom that Harry was more than just normal. He was more than just some dick head at school.

“Harry – the guy I fought. He would stare at me and make me go paralyzed, doesn’t that mean something? Like he’s like us?”

“Harry was one of my former clients, he seems like a good kid.”

“How does that explain the fact that I was in a coma for four fucking days!”

“Okay – I’m going to start charging you for how many times you curse – but he banged your head pretty hard alike 20 times Eron…”

                She was making me mad. Couldn’t she believe me? After all, I was her son. She was my, “love” according to her.

“Whatever.” I replied, “Where’s my phone?”

                She reluctantly handed me a slender iPhone 7 plus. I turned it on and there were messages from Priya. At least like 20.

 

Priya: Listen whoever you are, you better tell me or else!

 

Priya: Okay, I’m sorry about the last text, I just want to know who you are.

 

Priya: If this is Harry, I told you I wouldn’t date you if the world depended on it!

 

Priya: Or is this Pandora’s new number – sorry.

 

Priya: Okay, so you aren’t Pandora, then who are you?

 

Priya: I’m not making a big deal out of this,  I just have OCD when it comes to my phone contacts.

 

Priya: Fine. I’ll stop asking.

 

      I replied.

Me: Just a guy.

      She replied in an instant,

Priya: What guy?

 

Me: One who really likes you, but I can’t say it to your face.

 

Priya: Aww, that’s so sweet! But seriously, who are you?

 

 “Eron, if you’re going to talk to Priya, she can’t know who you are.” Mom said, reading a Vogue magazine.

“Why?”

“Because that way she won't know it’s you!”

“That is very true.”

If I told her who I was, I could never say the things I would have wanted to say to her. Let’s just keep this silent…

Me: Secret admirer.

 

Priya: That’s funny. No, please tell me who you are.

 

Me: I can’t tell you

 

Priya: Why?

 

Me: Because I love you too much to the point where you won’t love me back.

 

      I hate to say it, but it’s true. If my mom was going to let me talk to this girl – and believe me, I wanted to talk to her all the time – I had to keep quiet. It would also hurt a whole hell of a lot if she figured out I liked her, and she wouldn’t even have a choice to like me back.

 

Priya: Well, In that case. I’m blocking you.

 

Me: NO! PLEASE DON’T BLOCK ME.

 

Priya: why not?

 

Me: It’s the only way you’ll notice me.

 

Priya: Hmm………

 

Me: Please….

 

Priya: Okay fine. Impress me with your talents.

 

Me: I’m on the archery team.

 

Priya: GOD. Now I can’t guess because there are at least 60 people on that team.

 

Me: that’s the point 😉

 

Priya: you’re funny.

 

Me: I can be.

 

Priya: How did you get my number?

 

Me: I found it on the floor. (I lied, I found it on her desk.)

 

Priya: Oh – that’s where that went. I was giving my number to Henry.

 

Me: Henry? You mean the one who works at that car place?

 

Priya: Yea, he said if I gave him my number, we could work on my homework at his place.

 

Me: You’re kidding.

 

Priya: What?

 

Me: He’s lying to you, trust me. I’m a guy.

 

Priya: Oh so hint number 2, you’re a guy.

 

Me: lol

 

Priya: Why?

 

Me: Guys don’t just want you in their bedroom for homework…unless they’re me, I’m down for homework.

 

Priya: Hint number 3, you’re loyal.

 

Me: Indeed. But I’m going to stop giving your cute ass hints.

 

Priya: Please 😊

 

Me: Okay, I’m going to take a nap now.

 

Priya: Sweet dreams stranger. Or are you………? O.o

 

Me: Nice try.

 

      I lied down and put my phone under my pillow. I’ll get close to her through text, but it’s not that important.

 

 

HELLS YEA!

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