Pt. 13

Sick

            “No, its nothing important” I said, but in my head, I said something like, What the fuck did I just say?

            After a long pause “Do you…” Omar started “Do you still want to go?” That’s a no obviously.

            “Sure” I said. Why. Why. Why did I say that! I might as well say I love him. When do we go?” I ask, hoping it’s not today.

            “We have to get there tomorrow, so we leave today” He said. I want to hit my head on a wall or something hard.

            “Okay” I said as I was packing up. Shit. Shit. Shit. How do I explain this to Britney? I can’t just bail on her or I can’t just cancel the date to another time. I decided to tell her when we were going to leave, but I couldn’t because of the way they pick us up. They put a bag over you and use a kind drug that makes you pass out.

            I wake up in a plane and just say to myself what a dumbass I am. I look out the window wondering how mad she was. Well now I feel like crap I just stood up a girl I liked.

            “Hey, you okay?” Omar said with worry.

            “Yeah, I’m fine it’s just that I don’t really enjoy planes.” It was true it’s just that I’m thinking hard that I didn’t feel that I was on one until that moment.

            I feel like throwing up now so I went to the bathroom just in case if I do. “Hey are you alright” Omar said knocking on the door.

            “Yeah, I just…feel like throwing up.” Then all of the sudden it just happens. I clean myself and get out. Omar was going to say something, but I say “I don’t want to talk about it.”

            I regret on going with Omar, but he needed someone to talk to about his situation. Now I got to deal with being sick.

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