My mate, My exception novel Chapter 3

"What's up Jen, are you ready- wait are you okay?"

He stands in front of me stopping me. The "he" I'm referring to is Dylan.

Dylan's about my height and has light brown hair that he lets hang longer- just below his ears. He isn't exactly a friend of mine, but I do sit by him at lunch. Riley has last lunch and I have second, so I usually just sit by the rest of the kids in my grade. Most of them are the popular girls, but they aren't rude like your cliché mean girls. Dylan's one of the few guys who sits there.

Dylan's on the football team. He's usually funny, but cocky which gets quite annoying. He always sits right next to me and flirts with me often. Sometimes I wonder if he likes me, but I'm not his usual type. He also usually just takes his shot with girls and yet he's never tried to ask me out.

"Yeah, I'm fine Dylan. I think I'm just starting to get sick." I say, taking a break to lean against the wall.

"Do you want me to take you to the nurse?" He asks knitting his eyebrows together.

I pop my eyes open and fight through the haze to push off the wall and head to lunch without passing out. "Absolutely not, I'll be fine."

Dylan walks next to me and doesn't say anything else. When we enter the lunch room, I make my way over to the table. Before we get there Dylan grabs my wrist.

"Listen Jen, I was wondering if you wanted....." He starts, but is quickly interrupted by one of my other close friends, Leah.

"Jen! Come sit down! I have so much to tell you!"

I smile a small smile at Dylan and pull my arm out of his grasp to walk over to Leah. I sit next to her as she starts talking a mile a minute.

Maybe it's my dizziness, or just how fast she talks, but I only process a few of her words. I hear "Tyler" and "asked" and "prom". I hope I guess right in assuming that Tyler has asked her to prom.

Tyler's Leah's boyfriend and he goes to Rockton schools. I don't know him that well, but have talked to him on a few past occasions.

"That's great Leah! I'm so happy for you." I say while forcing on a smile.

Leah squeals again before leaning forward and hugging me. "It is great isn't it! I'm so excited I can barely stand it! Has Dylan asked you yet?" She asks biting her lip.

I have been slow on intake all day, but that question snaps me out of my daze.

"No!" I whisper yell. "Was he going to?" I panic as I think of that outcome. Jake immediately comes to my mind and a pain goes to my stomach with me just thinking about his face.

My doctor checks my ears and breathing, like he does to every other patient and sits back down in the rolly chair by his computer when he is done.

"Well, I don't see anything wrong, but if you're uncomfortable we can give you some pain meds and see where it goes from there." He concludes while constantly typing on his computer.

Of course he doesn't know what's really wrong with me. When do the doctors ever? I truly believe the only reason doctors ever prescribe medicine was to shut their patient up. I mean, now my mom has driven me out and spent the $20 fee just to find out that they didn't see any thing wrong.

My doctor finishea up the appointment after talking to my mom. He also decides to prescribe me some medicine with a long complicated name. My mom tells me they are just pain medication. I have had a cramp ever since lunch with the off and on headache. I also started getting this pain in my lower back.

I still try not to think about Jake. My chest feels compressed and my heart aches whenever I think of him. As crazy at it seems, I feel like all of these symptoms are from him. Maybe it was some sort of karma for me not asking for his number or flirting or something. I mean, God could just be telling me that Jake is my man and I totally blew him off. I don't truly think this but I humor my imagination. I guess it's just because I can't get Jake off of my mind.

So now we drive towards Walgreens so I can pick up some meds to hopefully make me feel a little less crappy.

My mom hums softly as she drives, leaning back in her chair yet still watching the road. Her light brown hair is pulled back into a ponytail. She barely has on any make-up and still looks beautiful. I mean, my mom is almost fifty and she still looks rocking for her age, if I must say.

My mom has been there for me a lot- more than I even know and admit. My mom does everything for me and my brothers and we barely give anything back to her. We get so wound up in our own lives, we don't think about hers. It's one thing I always wish I could do: make my mom feel like a queen. I want to put her on a pedestal. If I had a million dollars, I would give it to my mom and tell her she could go anywhere she wanted to.