The vaccination line winds all the way from the nurse’s office to the back of the damn gym. It’s my lunch period and I’m starving, but this is the quietest time of the day, so I stand and wait for my jab. Not that I’m dying to be jabbed. I can’t stand injections. The school announcer is reminding us every hour that we’re required to go to the nurse to be inoculated, so it’s better just to get it done, get it out of the way.
I’ve been waiting twenty minutes, passing the time reviewing formulas for a physics test, when Riley and Ferris saunter up to my place in the line.
“Thanks for holding our places, man,” Riley says.
“Yep, really nice of you, dude,” Ferris adds. I turn around to look at the students behind me. They scowl. As they should.
“Guys, everyone else has been waiting,” I say, pointing at the grim line that’s formed down the corridor. Ferris grunts and forces his way in next to the wall so he’s firmly in front of me. Riley does the same. The students behind us are younger and apart from grumbling, there isn’t much they can do.
“Wanna play soccer after school?” Riley asks, nudging me in the chest.
“Watch it!” I say and push him.
“We need a goalie,” he says.
“And we thought about how much you like grabbing hold of balls. Right? Right?” Ferris sneers. I roll my eyes and pull out my pad, scrolling through to the school display where my tests and quizzes are logged.
“I can’t play,” I say. “The old man says my grades aren’t good enough.”
Ferris and Riley squint down at the screen. “Ugh,” Riley says.
Ferris laughs. “I suppose you can’t have it all, Quinn. Looks, money, smarts. You’ve gotta lose somewhere.” I want to tell him that getting low As and high Bs isn’t exactly losing and that if it weren’t for my father, I’d be quite happy with my grades. Anyway, they’re a lot better than what I know he’s getting. But before I have a chance to finish the thought, both Riley and Ferris are engrossed in games on their pads—it doesn’t take a lot to distract them. I feel a tug on my arm, and when I look up, standing there is, quite possibly, the most outrageously beautiful girl I’ve ever met in my life. And that’s not an exaggeration. She has large green eyes, the pupils dilated in rage, and her long hair is haphazardly heaped on top of her head. She looks like she is about to hit me. I smile at her.
“I’ve been here for ages, and out of the blue your little buddies come along and slip right into line,” she says. “I don’t think so.” Riley and Ferris have headphones in so they can’t hear a word she’s saying, and even though I can, I’ve pretty much lost the power to speak, which is new. “Are you there?” she asks and waves her hand in front of my face. I continue staring but manage to close my mouth. “Go to the back,” she says, pulling on Ferris’s elbow when she figures she’s getting nothing from me.
“What do you want?” he snarls, turning and yanking off his headphones.
“You have to go to the back.”
“Who says I do? You?” He laughs. Riley turns and takes out his headphones, too.
“What’s happening?”
“This bossy cow wants to take our place in line,” Ferris says.
“Cool it,” I say, stepping between Riley and Ferris and the girl. “You two pushed in first.”
“Be careful who you take on, babe,” Ferris continues, stepping forward and standing taller.
“You don’t scare me. Pompous Premium. You think you can do whatever you like,” she says, pushing me aside. I take a quick look at her earlobes; she isn’t tattooed. She must have noticed ours right away and that would have riled her even more.
“I actually do get to do whatever I like,” Ferris admits. He raises his eyebrows lasciviously. I want to tell her that she shouldn’t really mess with these guys because they aren’t afraid to hurt girls, but I have a feeling that nothing I say is going to stop her.
“You’re pathetic,” she says. She snorts and turns to me. “Nice friends you have there.” As I begin to apologize for them, she stomps off.
“What was that about?” I say, shoving Ferris.
“I know, what a nut!” Ferris says. “She’s a hottie though.”
“I don’t mean her, I mean you two. Why don’t you grow up?”
“Us? You’ve gotta be joking,” Riley says.
“He’s gotta be joking,” Ferris repeats.
I’ve had enough. Enough of standing in line and enough of trying to reason with two idiots. I pick up my bag and take off after the girl.
“Quinn!” Ferris calls after me. “Tell Bea I’ll call her tonight.” I ignore him and keep going.
She doesn’t rejoin the inoculation line as I expect her to. She walks straight past the end of it and into the canteen, where she joins the lunch line instead. I grab a tray and follow her to the counter. The menu for today is flashing above the food stations.
“They aren’t usually that bad,” I say. She didn’t notice me coming after her and turns with a start.
“It’s you,” she says.
“Pleased to see me?” I ask, even though she doesn’t look one bit pleased.
“Whatever,” she says and leans in to speak to the server. I wait until I see that all she has on her plate is some dry toast, and I order exactly the same thing. The server smiles. The girl doesn’t. She edges down the counter away from me.
She pays and sits alone at a round table by the window. When I take a seat next to her she says, “I’m waiting for someone,” and looks up at the large wall clock.
I pretend not to have heard in case she goes on to tell me that she’s waiting for her boyfriend. “I wanted to get my vaccine before lunch. I don’t have time after school,” I say. She doesn’t look up. As she eats, her hair starts to come loose. She pushes the stray pieces behind her ears. “To be honest, I’m kind of sick of getting stabbed with a needle every other week. What can it be for this time?”
“They’re immunizing for the green flu,” she reminds me, biting into her toast. She points to a revolving billboard above our heads that has the words GREEN FLU INOCULATION DUE blazing in neon letters. I laugh, hoping she will, too. She doesn’t. She gulps down some water and squints at me as though she isn’t quite sure what she’s seeing.
“Wasn’t the green flu last month?” I say.
“That was the copper flu. Read the memos.”
“I can’t keep track,” I tell her. She’s trying her best to ignore me, that’s obvious, but she’s more gorgeous than any girl I’ve ever met—and she’s tough and secretive—and I want to get to know her even if she doesn’t want to get to know me. I want to touch her. And I want her to touch me back. “I don’t know about all these vaccines. Sometimes I think it would be better to get one of these colorful diseases,” I ramble on, hoping I can keep her engaged. And I do.
Her eyes dart from side to side, and she whispers, “The vaccines are poisonous.” She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
I nod as though I agree, but really I’m trying to understand why she’d say something so weird. And instead of thinking through a cool response, I blurt out the first thing that comes into my head. “Do you have a phobia of needles or something?”
“No, I don’t hate needles.” She sighs. Maybe she thinks I’m not taking her seriously, but I don’t know how to claw my way back into her favor and I have no idea why she doesn’t like the jabs, so I simply sit there staring at her. She turns away and eats her toast.
“I might try the line again in a minute. You?” I ask.
“I don’t think so. I want Nurse Kelly to do it. She’s gentle. You should try to see her. Whenever you can.” She stands up.
“What’s your name?” I ask.
“Why?” For once she isn’t being rude. I think she really wants to know what I plan on doing with her name.
“Just …” I shrug.
“I’m Alina,” she says, and walks off, leaving her tray on the table.
There’s no point in following her as she’s clearly decided she isn’t interested, so I polish off the toast, from her plate as well as my own, and go back to the vaccination line. Ferris and Riley are right up front by the nurse’s office. I make my way toward them, past the other kids who’ve been waiting all lunch period, and squeeze into the line.
“You’re not pushing in, are you?” Riley sneers.
“Get the hell out of my way,” I say, and elbow him aside to make room for myself.
“We just saw Bea,” he tells me.
Ferris sniffs and raises his eyebrows. “Nice, tight shirt she had on,” he says. “I don’t know why you’ve never gone for a piece of that.” He covers his mouth with his hand and snorts, so without thinking too much about it, I punch Ferris in the gut.
He doubles over. “It was a joke,” he groans.
“Cool it, Quinn,” Riley says, patting Ferris on the back.
I look around to see if Bea’s still within sight, but she isn’t. I stand for a minute staring at the frosty glass in the door to the nurse’s office, then change my mind about getting the vaccination and walk away.