Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Daniella's POV 

When the next day came by, I was determined to tell him. It didn't matter what I had to get through. I wouldn't let the sight of both of them kissing change my mind again. If he wanted to be with her, it was none of my business. 

I walked into school a few minutes before the first class which was a good thing. The usual crowd was reduced even though Freya and Gareth were still there. 

“We'll meet her at lunch" it was Freya's voice, loud and clear enough. She was threatening me. 

Gareth responded, “Who knows if she'll be there anyway. She's a coward who will probably run away like she runs away from everything" 

Another feminine voice I didn't recognize nor did I look up to see answered, “Run away from everything but dick. It doesn't scare her. In fact it attracts her" 

A ripple of laughter. Soon I was far from them and already in my class. Thankfully I had none of them with any of their group. I couldn't imagine the torture if they were in one with me. They wouldn't let me learn as well. 

Somehow lunch came by quicker than I had prepared for. Even though I had been determined to go to professor Kent's office first, I found myself in line at the lunch room. 

“What do you want?" The lunch lady asked me. 

I smiled politely at her, “Some sausages and maybe a peanut butter sandwich and the usual soup” . It was one of my major foods of the day since I hadn't eaten in the morning. 

She gave me quickly, filling my lunch tray and I headed to the empty seat at the back close to the back door. 

Somehow, Freya and her gang had spotted me. They walked up to me, "Oh you came.” She laughed. 

"She didn't like being called a coward I guess. She likes dicks and to face her fears as well” there was another round of laughter between all of them like the joke was worth anything. 

My face remained straight as I took a sip of the soup. 

"There's Professor Kent”

What happened next wasn't my fault. It wasn't because I wanted to either. It just happened. His name and then my head was turning towards the main door, searching through the various bodies for his tall one. 

"What?” I whispered to myself when I didn't see him. 

The laughter came to me and my face burned with embarrassment at what had just happened. 

“She fucking believed us. So she seriously likes him?" One of the girls asked. 

My face burned hot, and soon I wasn't able to endure it anymore. “Leave me alone Freya, I would like to enjoy the rest of my lunch" I whispered harshly, holding her gaze as she stared at me in disbelief. 

She shook her head, “Some audacity you have-" 

She was going to say something else when one of her friends took her hands and began to lead her away. “Professor Harvey is watching" and then they were gone. 

I took a few more sips of my soup in relief when she left. It was after a few more sips that I realized something was very wrong. The first thing that hit me was the smell. It was as if it was just reaching my nose. 

Garlic. 

Almost immediately, I felt my throat begin to tighten. My hands clutched tightly at it. "Fuck” I groaned in frustration. 

I was allergic to garlic and the lunch lady knew that. 

My body began to burn, almost like I was on fire. I tried to catch my breath especially as I wasn't able to breathe well. I forced air in but wasn't able to bring it out. My hands clutched at my chest as well, trying to force something out. 

"Help” I managed to croak out. 

When I looked around, everyone was busy with themselves until my eyes fell on them. 

Freya and her cronies. They were staring at me, a light visible from far from me in their eyes. I realized what was happening almost immediately. 

I couldn't dwell on it as my body lurched forward due to the tremor of shock that ran through me. 

Through the blur of my vision, I saw a few people rush towards me. "Something's wrong” I heard a voice cry out as they reached out to hold me. 

"What happened?” Another voice. 

Even through the haze and blur, I felt them gather around me. "Help” I managed to let out through my forever tightening throat and held my breath. 

"What happened to you?” 

Then the sprinkle of water. I shot away. "Stop that” the words were forceful due to how much force I had to put into it. 

"She's just creating a scene. I'm sure nothing is wrong with her. She just likes the attention" I heard Gareth's voice before his familiar face came into view as best as it could through the blur that was my vision. 

Suddenly, a deeper voice broke through, “What is happening here" slowly advancing through the crowd and towards me. 

The little relief I could feel coursed through me. 

Soon they were over me and I was staring into his silver like gray eyes as he stared down at me, eyes wide open. He knelt down beside me almost immediately, "Jesus Christ, what the fuck happened to her?” He asked. 

Somehow I managed to lift a hand towards the soup, "Garlic” my breath was becoming harder to reach me. "Allergy” I muttered to complete the information. 

I felt his huge and strong hands wrap around me before my body lifted up. Surprise struck me when I realized it was him lifting me up. 

“Get out of the way!" He shouted and rushed through, my leg hitting the body of some students. 

Everything after that went by blur. Somehow he carried me through school to the sick bay that had two registered nurses waiting. I had been to see them only twice and as they gave me medications, I hope none of them affected me. 

“Do you have any health problems? Even temporary?" The older one asked me. 

By now, my senses had come fully back to me. I shook my head, forcing the lie, “I don't” 

She nodded, "How did this happen? Didn't you know that you had an allergy?” The question sounded genuine as if she really wanted to know. 

I opened my mouth to answer before quickly closing it. It would sound crazy if I told her that Freya and her gang had poisoned me. It also hit me that Gareth must have been the one to tell her, he was the only one who knew. 

"I'm not sure, it just happened” 

Outside, I heard professor Kent's deep and familiar voice clearly inside the room. 

"How is she now?”

The reply was immediate, "She's much better now sir. Had you been a little late to bring her then it would have been much worse?” 

He didn't say anything and she spoke again, "Do you want to see her?”

My heart stopped for a minute to hear his response. The last time I had seen him was through a haze of unclear vision. What would it be like to see him once again?

"I-” he began but stopped. 

Then he cleared his throat, "All her bills are on me, take care of her.” 

Footsteps. 

The door opened. 

The door closed. 

He was gone.