Page 74 of Treacherous
I chuckle. Rookie error.
Aiden Carter:
Not me
Hayes Nelson:
Nope
Willow Rogers:
I WILL FIND OUT.
Once I get out of bed.
I sigh, pulling up my private message with Willow.
Me:
Do you need me to buy you chocolate?
Anything else?
Willow Rogers:
Tampons.
I guess I’m going shopping.
***
Iwalk directly to Willow’s bedroom when I arrive back at the Hockey House. My fingers clench the shopping bags tighter as I enter her room.
Willow is still in her bed, allowing me to observe her. She is tucked under the blanket, yet I can see her legs tucked into her chest.
I sigh, making my way to the bathroom. I unpack the tampons, placing them in the basket under the sink.
“Jayden, is that you?”
I trip over the discarded clothes and a random shoe on the floor. I need to be by her side, doing anything I can to remove the pain. I climb under the covers, Willow turning to me with pain written on her face, colour still not returning to it.
“Are you okay?”
She sniffles, a small sob leaving her lips. “It’s fucking excruciating. I hate that I couldn’t finish training. You’d think I’d be used to the pain by now, but–”
Instinctively, my hand reaches out to cup her cheek. I wipe a stray tear away, my chest tightening at the fact I can’t do anything to ease the pain. “It’s okay. Don’t worry about hockey. I know you have painful periods. Do you have a heating pack?”
Willow furrows her eyebrows. “How do you know that?”
I swallow. “I heard you and Jaz talking about it once,”
She nods, accepting my answer. What I don’t tell her is, I googled everything about periods in high school after she couldn’t attend classes or training fordays.It was after this I realised how terrible menstruating sounded.
I also don’t tell Willow that I’m the person who made her and Jaz period care packages every month. Delivering it to Willow’s house, only to claim it was from Jaz or my mum.
It’s the reason I have Willow’s favourite chocolate, snacks, and preferred tampon brands seared into my brain.
“Did you get the chocolate?”
