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“Just lock him in the garden for the night,” Feely suggested. “A bit of fresh air won’t harm him.”
“Brian’s not the one I’m afraid of coming to harm,” Gibsie muttered under his breath, looking comically terrified. “He’s the size of a goat, Feely. A very mean, very evil goat, I tell ya!”
Deciding to excuse myself before I lost what precious patience I had left, I went in search of the girl who had been carefully avoiding me all week.
I knew I was on her shit list for telling her parents she came off her meds, and Liz knew she was on mine for coming off said meds.
A huge part of me regretted opening my mouth because Mike had instantly resorted to threatening his daughter with hospital. That particular threat was one that usually scared my girlfriend into a panic, but instead of submitting, she laughed in his face.
Her mood swings were off the charts, and I had whiplash trying to keep up. We both felt betrayed, but instead of hashing it out like we usually did, my girlfriend had taken to avoiding me, which, I had to admit, was a first for us.
When she wasn’t with Claire at their table, I knew exactly where she would be. The same place she’d been sneaking off to since she walked through the doors in first year. Because I could read her better than any number of the books she surrounded herself with. She was my chosen field, my strongest subject, and I was sure no other heart could be a specialist in the field of Elizabeth Eleanor Young.
When I reached the old library, I headed straight for the left wing, knowing she would be lurking there.
At the very end, sprawled out on her belly with her schoolbag propping her chest up, Liz flicked through the pages of a book, while she swung her feet around aimlessly.
With her chin propped up in one hand, she hummed softly, shoulders and legs swaying along to the beat in her head, thoroughly engrossed in whatever she was reading.
“‘Silver Springs’?” I broke the moment by asking, taking a seat on the floor.
Liz looked over her shoulder, giving me a glimpse of those soul-sucking blue eyes before turning back to her book. “Why break the habit of a lifetime?”
“What are you reading?”
“Lady Chatterley’s Lover.”
My brows shot up. “Where’d you find a copy of that?”
She pointed toward a particular dusty shelf and smirked. “Who knew Tommen had such interesting reading material.”
“Clearly you,” I mused. “Have you taken your meds today?”
She responded by giving me the finger.
Lovely.
“Have you been here all day?”
“Yep.”
“Are you ready to hash this out with me?”
“Nope.”
Lips twitching, I hooked my arms around my knees and asked, “Are you planning on going to the rest of your classes?”
“Nope.”
“Why not?”
“Because there isn’t a member of faculty nearly as stimulating as D.H. Lawrence.”
I forced back the smile that was attempting to spread across my face. “You know, if you keep skipping your classes, you’re going to fall behind.”
Liz snorted in response, like it was the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard, and when it came to her freakishly gifted mind, it probably was.
“Okay then, maybe you won’t fall behind, but you’ll get in trouble.”
