Lying in the nurse’s office, watching the clock. I “threw up” my breakfast in the classroom trash can with the help of a sip of a smoothie I held in my mouth for ten minutes. The school wanted to call my parents, but I told them it was an expected side effect of Zavesca, and began to list all of them until the nurse was disgusted, and she dropped it. All the rest of my classmates are taking their AP Euro final. When the final’s over, I’ll “recover” and take the test in the library later today, where no one will watch me consult my notes if (and ONLY IF) I need them.
I probably could have done it, but I didn’t want to take any chances on drawing a blank, especially with my mind swinging back and forth from Stuart to school to Stuart again.
After the reading, we had found a spot on the Dartmouth campus to kiss and talk and kiss some more. He tried to run his fingers through my hair and couldn’t, because my curls are so thick and tangled. We laughed and he kissed my neck, which sent horses through my stomach again—not just horses, Shadowfax, the Lord of all horses—and I put my hand under his shirt and, actually, never mind, it’s too weird to be typing about this in the nurse’s office.
Almost over.
Every time Mrs. Dooley, the nurse, looks at me I try to look forlorn and take a little sip of water.
And who walks in but Cooper himself, employing his own method. I wave at him but he’s putting a finger to his lips, pointing at the nurse, and sitting down beside me with a big, fake-sick sigh.
I’m pretending to type something important on this Word document.
How’s it going, Coop?
“fainted” in my comp sci final
This system is nuts. My heart is beating so fast.
it’s working though am i right
I can’t believe it’s working.
welcome to the last four years of my life
LOL
you’re sitting right beside me, you don’t have to type LOL, you can just laugh
I’m afraid if I laugh they’ll think I’m not sick.
whatever you do, don’t laugh right now
GODDAMMIT now I’m laughing
hahahahha :)