Playing The Bad Boy

Chapter Eleven

Aniyah’s POV

I woke up and my body complains as I try to get up, groaning, I roll onto my side, reaching blearily for my phone, my fingers questing on top of my table for the tiny device that is screaming at me.

A shadow falls over me a few seconds before the noise is cut off, I can’t move, my body feels like it’s been run over.

‘Hey, you OK?’ came Bea’s worried voice above me.

I try to nod my head, but the motion makes my stomach roll and I quickly stop.

A cold hand presses to my forehead before gentle hands help me roll over onto my back, ‘Jesus’ Bea murmurs, you look like s**t girl, you sick?’

‘I think so’ I replied hoarsely, oh God, have I got food poisoning? Or flu? I can’t afford to get sick, I need to keep on top of my classes.

I try to get up again but my roommate pushes me down again, ‘oh no, you are not infecting everyone with your germs girl, you stay here and sleep. I’ll pick up your work for you and tell the professors that you are ill.’

Following her orders, I sink back into my pillow, closing my eyes as Bea bustled around me. ‘Take these’ she ordered as I forced my eyes open again to see her holding out two pills to me, a bottle of water clasped in her other hand.

Reaching for them gratefully, I prop myself up on my elbow, groaning through the nausea before taking the pills and throwing them back, washing them down with a mouthful of water.

Handing the bottle back, I fell back onto my pillow that Bea had considerately turned over so the material was cool against my hot body. Bless her and her thoughtfulness, may she be awarded with sexy men and rubies in her next life.

‘Sleep, I’ll come to check on you at lunch and bring you some soup’ my best friend said softly before leaving the room, shutting the door quietly behind her.

I must have fallen asleep again as I awoke to the gentle shaking of my shoulder. Cracking open my eyes, I focus on the swimming face hovering over me, blinking until Bea’s worried face comes into focus.

‘Hey’ she says softly, ‘how are you feeling now? I brought you some soup from the cafeteria.’

Trying to sit up, my arms are like lead, protesting my every attempt to support my own weight.

Placing the Styrofoam cup in her hand on my desk, Bea slides her hands under my arms and pulls me into a sitting position, leaning me back against the headboard.

The room spins around me and my stomach clenched even though it was completely empty. Shutting my eyes briefly, I waited for the nausea to pass before opening them again and trying to raise my hands to take the soup that my roommate was holding out to me.

‘Don’t even bother’ Bea replied, taking a seat next to me and pulling off the lid, bringing it to my lips and tipping it slightly so I can take a sip.

The hot creamy liquid rolls down my tongue and I swallow weakly the simple task leaving me so drained I just want to slide back down into the bed and curl into a ball.

‘More’ Bea commanded, nudging the cup to my lips again, ‘don’t make me force you girl.’

Too ill to argue, I swallow three more mouthfuls until I can’t stomach any more. Placing the cup on the table, my friend picks up the bottle of pain killers, shakes me out two more and shoves them between my lips, opening the water from earlier and tilting it to my mouth, forcing me to swallow.

Once I’d taken the pills, she helped me lay back down and head out of the room only to return a few minutes later with a cold flannel that she draped over my feverish brow.

‘I’ll be back after class’ she whispered, ‘go back to sleep and I’ll bring you more food when I come back.’

I groaned, the mention of food making the few mouthfuls of soup threaten to come back up. A rustle and small thud make me scrunch up my eyes, ‘if you have to be sick, throw up in the bin, I’ve put it next to your bed, I’ll deal with it when I get back’ Bea said.

Unable to do anything but nod, I am already asleep before she leaves the room to head back to her lessons.

When I wake again, the room is dark, I roll over with a groan to see Bea sat on her bed, reading a book. Hearing the noise, she looks up, dropping her book and scrambling toward me, grabbing my water and unscrewing it before helping me to sit up and drink.

‘How are you feeling now?’ she asked worriedly as I gulped at the water desperately.

‘I welcome death’ I rasped, ‘kill me now and send me to the promised land, I’m ready.’

My roommate raised an eyebrow at me, ‘I’m not sure you are actually dying girl’ she replied firmly.

‘I’m pretty sure I am’ I whined, leaning my head against the headboard, I never knew your body could be so heavy!

Ignoring me, Bea forced more water into my mouth as she said, ‘I tried to wake you when I got back, but you just moaned and refused to open your eyes so I left you for a bit longer.’

I nodded imperceptibly, ‘what time is it?’ I asked in a low voice.

Bea checked the expensive watch that adorned her left wrist, ‘a little after seven’ she answered, ‘I brought you some food.’

Reaching to the side, she picked up a wrapped sandwich, breaking into the cellophane and ripping a small bit off, holding it up to me.

Scrunching up my face, I tried to avoid her insistent hand as it followed my mouth.

‘I don’t want it’ I moaned like a child, did I mention that I am a terrible sick person? Yeah, I’m the worst.

‘If I cared what you want Aniyah, I would have given you a choice, now eat and then I’ll help you to the bathroom as you must need to go’ she added.

I suddenly became acutely aware that I needed to pee so I reluctantly opened my mouth, allowing the piece of crust to pass my lips, chewing it and swallowing it down.

‘I hate you, you are the worst best friend ever’ I grumbled, eating a second piece before Bea would allow me to wash it down with some more water.

‘Yeah, yeah, I never said I was a reborn Florence Nightingale did I?’ My best friend snorted, ‘now two more bites and then we go to the bathroom.’

Forcing myself to do as I was told, I fell back in relief when she finally placed the sandwich down on my table and stood up. In one quick motion, she pulled the covers from the bed, leaving me shivering in my sweat soaked pyjamas.

Ignoring my weak protests of how gross I was and how I must smell, she pulled me to my feet, supporting my weight as she led me out of our room and down the hall to the wash room.

I sent up a silent thanks to whoever that the bathroom was only three doors down from our room. As we reached the door, Bea was supporting my entire weight and dragging me.

Once inside, she maneuvered me into one of the cubicles before stepping back. ‘OK girl’ she huffed, ‘I love you and I’ll do pretty much anything for you, but I draw the line at pulling off your panties and supporting you while you pee, you are going to have to do that on your own.’

Nodding, I went to close the door, Bea’s hand coming over the top to hold it closed, ‘don’t lock it’ she ordered, ‘just in case you faint or something, these heels are not built for kicking in doors.’

Finishing my business, I realised I was starting to feel a tiny bit more human, pulling the door, I stumbled out and toward the sinks to wash my hands. Bea caught me as I wobbled, supporting my waist as I ran my hands under the tap.

‘Do you think I could have a shower?’ I asked weakly, knowing I was really putting my roommate out, she had already given up most of her free time to babysit me.

Bea nodded immediately, ‘good idea’ she agreed, walking me toward the cubicles and opening the door, helping me to sit on the bench between the inner and outer door of the shower. Stepping back, she pulled the door closed, ‘get undressed and under the water’ she ordered, ‘I’ll get your wash stuff and a towel.’

‘Just my body wash and sponge will do’ I replied weakly, leaning back against the wall behind me. I was not strong enough to wash my hair, but scrubbing the sweat of illness from my skin would be heavenly right now.

My best friend was back in minutes, two towels under one arm, my body wash and sponge in her hand. Pushing the door open, she realised I hadn’t moved, clicking her tongue, she dropped the towels next to me, placed my washing items in the shower next to us and shut the outer door, sealing us both inside.

‘Up’ she ordered, pointing her finger upward, ‘arms up’ she continued as I stared at her groggily.

Stamping down my blush, I did as I was told, Bea ripping my pyjama top over my head, leaving me naked from the waist up. Wrapping my arms around my chest, I tried to cover myself as my roommate rolled her eyes, ‘please’ she scoffed, ‘you think I haven’t seen them before? And I really wouldn’t be embarrassed now as it’s about to get one hundred times worse in just a moment.’

Pulling my hands, she helped me stand before shimmying my pyjama bottoms down my legs along with my panties. Yeah, she was right, this was soooo much worse! I did not ever envision a moment where my best friend would be at eye level with my bare p***y, yet here we are.

Standing up, Bea turned me by the shoulders and guided me through the second door to the shower cubicle, helping me to sit down before turning on the water and stepping back.

Ice cold water hit me but it was such a welcome break from the heat ravishing my body I didn’t complain.

‘Wash, call me if you get dizzy’ Bea ordered before pulling the door shut and taking a seat next to my clothes.

Moving slowly, I ran my hands over my arms, groaning at the rapidly warming water, wanting to turn it down but knowing I needed to keep warm to fight off whatever had invaded me. It took me longer than I cared to acknowledge to just wash my body and by the time I reached up to turn off the water, I was exhausted.

The door opened immediately, and Bea bustled in, wrapping a towel around me and pulling me up, ushering me back to the bench in the changing area where I collapsed.

‘You have no idea how much I enjoyed that’ I mumbled, ‘I want to marry that shower, he and I are now connected on a spiritual level.’

‘Of course you are girl’ Bea replied absentmindedly as she used the second towel to rub any exposed skin, drying me off.

Once I was semi dry, my roommate wrapped an arm around me and supported me back to our room where I did my best to dry the rest of my body before she helped me into clean pyjamas and tucked me back into bed.

‘You changed my sheets’ I mumbled as my eyes closed, the coolness of the clean bedding, felt amazing against my fevered skin.

‘You had been sweating in that all day’ came the gruff reply, ‘I wasn’t going to go through the horror of washing you just to put you back into bed in your own sweat.’

‘You are a good friend’ I sighed, as darkness pulled me and I fell asleep.