Sick?

Dahlia's POV

The halls were empty today as I made my way to class expecting to see no one because I came to school extra early. Seated at the far back was Klaus. He didn't even acknowledge my presence though my shoes made so much noise on the floor.

It was either he heard and decided to ignore me as he seemed angry yesterday or he was drowning in loud music. Well, if he won't notice me, I will make him. Swiftly, I walk over to his desk and grab a water bottle on his table and in one quick motion, I splash it's contents on his neck, making sure I don't wet his glasses.

Just when I took a step to walk away, I slipped on the pool of water I had created but a strong arm caught me before I landed. Klaus. What is wrong with him? I bully him and all he does is help me.

I was so ashamed of my actions but snapped out of my thoughts when I saw him clutch his chest in pain? and hurry out of the class.

W-Where is he going? Maybe he was going to try drying himself in the washroom. Eventually, class began without him and then I became worried? All my concentration was on the door to the class.

If his bags are here, then he'll be back. I kept reassuring myself. He wasn't back. Immediately it was time for lunch, Stormie stumbled into the class looking around and motioned over to his Klaus's desk, taking his bag and violin case.

"Hey. Stormie, where's Kl- your brother?" I asked her, being careful not to mention his name. People were still around.

"Hey. He's home." She stated.

"Home?" I was puzzled.

"Yeah...He's not so well. Gotta go see him." We were walking out of the door.

What have done? Out of guilt of what I did to him this morning I blurted without thinking.

"Then you need a ride home, don't you? I could take you." I offered. Wait, what?

"You would? Thank you so much." Stormie beamed.

In the car, we got better acquainted with each other but I could still see that she was worried. Finally, we arrived at their house. It was not so big but you could tell that their parents are quite loaded.

"Umm...here's my number, text me if anything goes wrong." I type my number on my phone and hand it to Stormie.

When she hands it back I call her again. "Hey, don't tell him I brought you here."

"Sure. Why though?" Stormie asked with a quizzical expression.

"He doesn't uhh...let's just say he probably hates me now." I look away and drive off before she has the chance to ask why.

I hope she doesn't ask him either. My head wasn't clear either and so I drove home and crawled up my attic.

Usually, I wouldn't care about situations like this but it felt so wrong to pick on a sick person. What have I become? Now I'm no different than those who used to pick on Killian, my late younger brother.

I walked up to the pictures of Killian and I on my wall and stared at how happy we were. I did not even realize the tears streaming down my face. Truly, I missed him. I missed us. I told Killian I wouldn't cry and so I wipe my face and take my phone.

I had a text.

Stormie: Hey it's Stormie. Thanks for the ride.

Me: it's okay. How's your brother?

Stormie: he's okay now.

I felt relieve wash over me.

Me: right.

Stormie: umm...what's your Sociogram name?

Me: Ridhaley.

Stormie: what kind of a whacko name is that?

Joking.

That reminded me to check if Klaus had accepted my follow request. He had. But unfortunately, that account had pictures of an older man. It wasn't Klaus's account. Ugh. So I had waited for days to be accepted and that wasn't even his account. Great! Just great!

I had a new follower with the name 'storstan'. My guess was right. It was stormie. I was taken aback when I saw post she made today of Klaus peacefully sleeping. I found myself saving the picture without thinking twice.

Stormie tagged Klaus in the picture and I froze when I saw his real username. 'Ausvan'. I had seen it before. No one needs to tell you that I followed him in seconds. He had no posts.

Klaus, very typical of him. There's just more to him that I want to know. I don't understand how he can stand me. And for some weird reason, I like that. At least he was fine now...that really matters.