I have been absolutely horrible about updating...
So here's an update for you!! And I will try to be more consistent, lol, since the story's already done anyway!
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“Tressa,” someone was saying in my ear, trying to shake me awake.
“Tressa,” Michael said. “You need to wake up. We’ll be late for school.”
“What?” I asked groggily.
“Tressa, I came to pick you up! Now wake up!” Michael yelled in my ear. He laughed. “I know you can hear me.”“Tressa! Do you think we should call a doctor or something? She’s not waking up.” I heard a familiar voice, and it sounded so worried. I made an effort to lift my head, but nothing happened. “I think we should give it a few minutes,” a female voice said. “And then we should call a doctor.”
My eyes felt like lids were pushed down on them. I groaned with the difficulty.
“See, she’s making some sound,” said the first voice. I tried with difficulty to place it.
Finally, I lifted my head and looked into the worried eyes of Conor McGinty. At least, I thought his last name was McGinty. I blinked. “Hello.”
“You’re awake!” he exclaimed, looking relieved. “Um, Damian asked us to come inside and ask if you wanted to just come hang out.” He was staring at my hair with wide eyes.
“Why couldn’t the high and mighty Damian McGinty come inside himself?” I demanded. I looked to my right and saw Hannah.
Hannah stifled a laugh. “He says he’s scared of you. The high and mighty Damian himself.”
“Look, I think I’ll just tell him that you need to rest.” Conor got up from his squatting position. “You’re obviously in no position to go anywhere. Go to sleep somewhere besides in the kitchen.”
“No, please. Let me come with you.” I stood up in a hurry, tipping from the head rush I got. “I can’t stay here alone. Please.” I looked pleadingly at Hannah.
She had a curious expression on her face. “You know, I think we should let her come,” she said to Conor.
“Are you kidding? Look, she can’t even stand!” Conor protested.
“But if we let her stay here alone, we’ll never know if she truly needs medical assistance or not,” Hannah said, completely serious.
I waved my hand at them. “Hello! Still standing here!”
“Sorry,” they both chorused.
“But I still don’t think you should come,” Conor said resolutely.
“Who said you’re my dad?” I demanded.
He looked ashamed. “Well, nobody, but you’re almost fallin’ over! C’mon, Tressa.”
Hannah pulled out her phone. “Guys, Damian wants to know if we need assistance.”
“Yes,” Conor said. “Tell him that she shouldn’t be comin’ on a trip where she could fall and die.” He almost glared at me. “You need some rest.”
“No. I’m coming with you.” I glared at him and then turned to Hannah. “Please. I’m alone in the house and going crazy. As you can tell by my hair. I am going insane. I need to go somewhere with someone.”
She nodded. “You can come.”
I threw Conor a triumphant look before going upstairs to get my bag and my shoes on. After thinking a moment, I decided that pajama pants and a t shirt were probably not the best clothes to wear to town, so I changed into jeans and a sweatshirt.
I walked back downstairs. Hannah and Conor were waiting at the door. I opened it and walked out confidently. Damian was sitting in the bug that Keith got. He was looking nervously out the window. When he saw us look out, he looked relieved.
I climbed in the back of the car. “Hi,” I said shortly.
“What took you so long?” he demanded. “I’ve been waitin’ here for a long time.”
“I was asleep,” I said, making room for Hannah, who slid in next to me.
“Yeah, she wouldn’t wake up,” Conor grumbled, getting in the passenger seat. “I can never get used to American vehicles,” he complained.
“Mhmm,” I said. “I woke up, didn’t I?”
“You know how long we tried to get you to wake up?” he snapped at me.
“You guys!” Hannah yelled. “Let’s just have fun, okay?”
Conor nodded slowly. I kept my head still. When she glared at me, I shrugged. “I can’t promise anything right now.” I sighed. “Having fun is very unlikely. But it’s better than sitting in the house, doing nothing.”
Hannah leaned over to me. “What is wrong with you two?”
“What?” I whispered back to her.
“I mean, he was not very willing to have you along on this trip, and then he snaps at you, and didn’t want you to come. I have a feeling he wasn’t just concerned about your well being.” Hannah tilted her head to the side. “Did you have an argument?”
I shook my head, startling myself when my pink hair flashed in the corner of my eye. “If anybody had an argument with me, it would be Damian.” I glanced towards the front of the car. Damian and Conor were having a quiet conversation, too.
“You and Damian?” Hannah asked, surprised. “I got the feeling that he really liked you.”
“Yeah, liked being the key word. Past tense.” I shrugged. “I kinda told him that I didn’t want to even consider going out with him. A week ago, and then he hinted at it again yesterday, and… I kinda… yeah.”
Hannah’s eyes went wide and she started shaking with silent laughter. “Now that’s priceless!” she choked out.
Damian and Conor glanced back at us. “What’s priceless?” Damian asked.
“Absolutely nothing,” I said quickly.
Hannah shrugged. “Just something Tressa here said.”
“Hm,” Damian said, turning back to his conversation with Conor.
“You don’t want to go out with him? You know how many girls would jump to be in your place?” Hannah asked, a smile threatening to overcome her face.
“I know,” I said, tossing my hair over my shoulder. “I really don’t care. He’s not really my type.” I looked at Damian, his curly black hair and gentle smile. “Too... I don’t know. Too nice, maybe.”
Hannah raised her eyebrows. “That’s a new one.”
“I suppose,” I sighed. “But you know... they all think I’m so ‘tough girl’. City girl.” I shrugged. “Are they ever wrong.”
“You’re not?” Hannah asked. “I had you pegged as the kind of girl who would join a street gang if her mom would let her.”
I laughed, causing Damian and Conor to look back again. “You know, I might. If my mom would let me. But what’s the point of joining a street gang if you have to ask permission to? I’m pretty sure they would just kick you out, knowing that you listen to your mom.”
Conor and Damian stared at me for a second.
“Look at the road!” I yelled.
Damian turned around just in time to prevent veering off the right shoulder.
“Where are we going, anyway?” I asked.
“Should we tell her?” Damian asked.
Conor nodded. Hannah smiled.