What is love?

Is love all it's cracked up to be? When Anna's boyfriend, George, starts telling her what to do, she isn't so sure. As her friendship with Ashley, who she's known since year 7, starts to go downhill, Anna finds she's very alone in a big scary world.

Can geeky boy Sammy get her back on track?

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4. How It Moved On

Now the perfect next chapter to this story, would say that George and I spoke and instantly fell in love. That we knew we were meant for each other, blah-dy, blah-dy, blah. But of course, that didn't happen. Because that only happens in fairy stories and I find it, frankly, quite boring. I mean, what's the fun in that? However, it is an interesting story, and I can promise you, it's the exact opposite of what you'd expect!

 

One Wednesday morning, I was preparing myself for school, putting a bit of extra make up on because it was chemistry that day (for the second time that week - not that I'd been counting or anything), when I got a text from a total stranger. Or at least, they were a total stranger until I read the text.

"Hey bro!" it read, "You know the girl I sit next to in chemistry? Guess what she did yesterday! She knocked over my experiment, accidentally-on-purpose - it was so obvious - and then just looked at me, fake-sheepishly. How stupid is that? She is a complete and utter dork. I really wish we hadn't changed seating plans. Got any ideas of how to make her back off? See you in school, man. From: The Big G" Then two seconds later, another text came through, "Oh yeah, Henry gave me your number, forgot to tell you. And it's George." That confirmed my fears. George Hadley thought I was a stupid dork.

 

20 minutes later, I was at school, telling my friends what had happened that morning. They were very sympathetic and everything, but they didn't tell me what to do. All they said was to text him back and say who I really am, but like I'm going to do that. I am not going to tell George that he sent the text to the dork he was talking about! What sort of idiot does that? I'll probably just say that he had the wrong number and leave it at that. I was dreading chem.

 

In Chemistry - second lesson - I tried to act as normal as possible with George, not ignoring him, not flirting or anything of the sort. Well, I tried anyway. Later that night I got another text saying,

"Help me, man! She won't back off! Should I say something? From: The Big G" Now I was worried. I needed to end this immediately, but something made me stop. I really needed to get my head in gear now. Stop flirting, stop interacting with him. Just be normal.

 

Finally, the last Chemistry lesson of the week, Friday, was over. I had spent all of Thurday and as much of Friday as I could avoiding him. No more texts had come through, and I still hadn't told him who it was he was actually texting. And I realised, that the longer I took to tell him, the harder it was going to be to tell him, because I would look weird for not telling him earlier. And that would bring up awkward questions I didn't want to answer.

 

On Saturday, I wasn't feeling very well, and had a pounding headache, so I took some ibuprofen and went to bed early. Then I woke up at 4 o'clock on Sunday morning, ran to the bathroom just in time to be violently sick into the toilet. I next went back to bed and tried to go back to sleep, but then had to get up again at half 7 to be sick again. Finally, when I had finished throwing my guts up, I went back to bed, and sleep. 2 and a half hours later, my mother tried to wake me up, worried because I never sleep late. I felt freezing cold, but had a raging temperature, and my neck was really stiff. The headache from last night had come back as well. So she bundled me up in clothes and took me to the doctors. I bet I looked a sight, because I wasn't cold out: it was actually quite warm. However, I still felt freezing, like I was out in the snow with just a t-shirt. The doctor said he suspected I had meningitis, a fairly serious illness, and put me on antibiotics right away. I was instructed to take the medicine 3 times a day, and was not to go back to school until it had gone. I was also told that I would need to go to the adjoining hospital after, for them to run some tests to check if it was a viral or bacterial disease. I think bacterial was worse.

 

An hour later, I had been sick once, done 2 tests, and had 4 more tests to go. I felt dizzy and my hands and feet were so cold. I felt so tired as well. At long last, an hour and a half later, I was finally free to go home. I collapsed straight on my bed, and fell asleep. 5 hours later, I opened my bleary eyes and turned over to retch into the bucket my mother had left by my bed. Nothing came up, and my stomach rumbled deafeningly loudy to my ears. I curled up and squeezed my stomach tight with my arms, trying to go back to sleep. 5 hours later, I opened my bleary eyes and turned over...

 

This was my just about my life for the next week, with my mum often coming to check on me, and sometimes waking me up to shove tablets or soup down my throat. Everything always came back up again. I can only hope that the tablets had dissolved enough to stay down.

 

Every night, I woke up in pools of sweat. Drowning in it. I decided to eat as little as possible hoping this would stop me throwing up. It sort of did. My body was wanting to throw up but there was nothing to actually throw up, just bile. I was just left feeling extremely nauseus. I didn't move from my bed apart from when I needed the bathroom. Even then I sometimes didn't make it. I've never embarrassed myself so much in my entire life, not even when I was young. I was always really stiff and sore. I had no idea why. I seemed to wake up with a new bruise every morning.

 

Finally after nearly 2 weeks of constant vomiting and high temperatures I was finally well enough to go back to school (and face George again). Unfortunately on that day I had chemistry first thing. It wasn't that bad. I mean, we were doing one of my favourite topics: the alkali metals. I don't know what it was but George seemed to take a slight more interest in me this lesson. It was probably the fact that I looked as if I was dead. (Well, after barely eating anything or not really sleeping and throwing up every two seconds for a week, what do you expect me to look like?) I caught him glancing at me once or twice but it was most likely just chance and a complete coincidence.

 

However, I pondered over the looks that night in bed - with dry sheets and not feeling ill: bliss - I wondered if they really were a coincidence. But I just told myself to stop being silly and went to sleep properly for the first time in a week.

 

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't get George out of my mind. He seemed to have crept into all my thoughts. That day I had Chemistry again, and I was really nervous. I didn't bother to put much makeup on, just a bit of foundation to cover up the still-dead-looking-ness of my face. I was still too lethargic to do much else, even if I wanted to, which I didn't. The after effects of having meningitis were hitting me hard and fast now, and I still had to wear a jumper everywhere. As my mum gave me a lift to school (too tiring for me to walk), I was getting more and more nervous, for some reason that I couldn't put my finger on. It was just school! Why was I so nervous over a boy? I got to school, and was very nearly late for chemistry, as I didn't hear the bell because I was thinking so much about George.

 

Thankfully, chemistry passed uneventfully, or at least, I tried not to interact with him. It was almost like I was scared of him. However, I did catch him glancing at me, but it might have been another mistake. Even though I know he hates me - well he sent me texts by accident saying practically that - some small part of my brain was entertaining the thought that he might like me. It's kinda a coinsidence that he was glancing at me twice in a row isn't it? NO! I shoved the thought to the back of my mind. The rest of the day passed in a blur, and I was very glad to wake up on Thursday morning and realise that I did not have Chem that day.

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