Darry's POV:

After a stop at my locker, I make it to my English class. Quietly, I slip into a desk, the one next to Elizabeth, and say a quick hello before taking out my homework. She doesn't respond, but frantically looks for a notebook. She doesn't look too good... Pale and upset. I hope she's ok. She walks up to our English teacher, Mr. Jones, and says something that I can't hear, then runs out if the room. God, she looks beautiful today. I mean, I know she said no to me, so maybe I shouldn't be focusing so much on her, but I feel like she makes everything better.

When I'm upset, just seeing her face makes me feel better. When I can't see her, thinking about her, about us, about what we could be, just makes me feel so much better about everything. I'm in love with her. With the way she walks, talks, makes me feel, everything. I've never felt this way about other girls.

I zone out for the rest of the class thinking about her. That doesn't usually happen, I'm a pretty good student. Straight A's, no major struggles in any classes.

At the end of class, just as the bell rings, I hear Mr. Jones say, "Ok, Class. Stay in your seats. You have homework tonight." Everyone groans. "Settle, settle, SETTLE DOWN CLASS! The homework assignment is pretty easy, write me a 3 page essay telling me about the thing that means most to you in the world and why. Due tomorrow and YES, before you ask, you are reading it to the class!" He says. Everyone groans. He dismisses the class and we pass to our next one, just like any other day.

Elizabeth's POV:

Finally, I was able to stop crying. I dried my eyes and splashed some water on my face, then ran to the nurse before anyone could see my red eyes and tearstained face.

I must have been there for a while, I realize as soon as I walk out and hear the bell ring.

"Good morning, Ms. Ramsey," the Nurse says, cheerful as can be. In the 3 years I've been going to this school, I've only been to the nurse a few times. I'm surprised she even knows my name.

"Hi," I said quietly.

"What's the problem?" She asks.

"I..."

I hadn't really thought about that I would say when I got here.

"I'm not feeling well. I have a stomach ache and I need to go home," I tell her. She puts a new cover on the thermometer and hands it to me. When it beeps I take out of my mouth and hand it to her. I hold my stomach for shows. I already look and feel miserable, so I didn't really need to worry.

"Only 98.5. Are you sure you need to leave?" She asks. I nod my head.

"Ok, why don't you call your parents and grab your things?" She suggests. I take the phone and dial my mother's home number. She picks up on the first ring.

"Hello?" She asks.

"Hi, it's me," I say into the phone.

"Liz?" She asks, using my nickname. She's been calling me that since I was a baby.

"Is everything alright, honey?" She asks. I clear my throat.

"I don't feel well. Can you come pick me up?" She thinks for a minute.

"I don't know. I have to get to work soon. You'll be ok. I think you're fine," she says. I try to think of something to say.

I can't risk having Darry see my like this. I can't risk having anyone see me like this... I don't want to see Darry at all.

It's weird, before, just seeing his face would make me feel like the world was lifted off of my shoulders. Now, just the thought if him made me feel sick to my stomach. I wasn't completely lying when I said I wasn't feeling well.

"Please mom? I... I feel like I'm going to throw up," I tell her. That was a lie. I could almost hear her freeze. I'm never sick.

"I guess so... I'll be there soon," she says, then hangs up. I tell the nurse and she tells me to go get my things and come right back.

I jog back to my English class just and walk in to hear Mr. Jones say, "Ok, class dismissed!" Just like any other class. I grab my things off my desk and walk out without saying anything.

"Hey, Elizabeth!" I hear from behind me. I look back. It's Darry. I don't want to talk to him, so I just speed up as I walk to my locker. I put my books away and sling my bag over my shoulder, walking back to the nurse.

My mother picks me up about 10 minutes later and drops me off at home while she goes to work. I climb into my bed and sleep when I get in. Soon, I hear the phone ring. I have to get up and get it.

"Hey, Liz," Says a voice before I say anything. There's only one girl who calls me Liz, other than my mom. That girl is Jewel.

"What do you want, Jewel?" I ask. I'm really not in the mood for her today.

"I just wanted to give you the homework. Math is pages 624-631 all problems, Science is a worksheet and English is to write a 3 page essay on the thing you means most to you in the world," she says.

"Ok. I'm going to go do it. Thanks!" I say, insincerely and hang up. I already know what I'm going to write about. Our teacher usually doesn't even read our essays and reports. He just skims them to see if we're using proper vocabulary and whatever else you're being graded on, so I can basically write about anything I want. And I'm writing about Darry Curtis.

A/N:
Sorry for not updating in a few days. I've been busy lately. I've been trying to write, but I just don't know what's going to happen in this story. Leave comments below on weather or not I should keep writing, because I love feedback!