Vanessa's POV
The next day
I caught a cold, all thanks to that jealous b***h, Heidi.
I spend the morning in my room, reading and doing homework.
"Hi Vanessa, someone's here to see you," Mom says, popping her head in.
"I made chicken soup for you, I'll be back later," she adds.
"Who in their right mind would come visit me? They have better things to do!" I shout as she closes the door.
I sneeze and wipe my nose with a tissue, which is scattered all over the bed.
"Van, I brought movies and popcorn," a familiar voice says as Jake enters with three movies and two bags of microwave popcorn.
"If you don't want to catch my cold, you better leave," I sniffle.
"I'm immune, plus everyone else is busy," he replies, sitting at my desk.
"What about Kevin?" I ask.
"He's busy with your best f
