Page 24 of Practice Makes Perfect
Finally! And he is! Episode 6 has the hot tub scandal!
I grin, the feeling like sunlight through the cloud my mood has been for the last two weeks. As I try to focus on the show, my mind keeps drifting back to Linc, and comparing him to Brett on the TV, a comparison he winssoeasily he’d be the winner ofLove Matchforsure.
He’s the campus “bed chem” guy…
He probably has a different girl every weekend…
And he’s surely forgotten about me by now.
Right?
My dramatic exit was likely just a bizarre mark on his sexual scorecard.
And yet…
My phone buzzes with another text, this time from Lea:
Just FYI, Mike says Linc’s been in a mood lately. Thought you might want to know.
I stare at the message, and wonder what’s actually going on. Did our disastrous hookup actually affect him? No. There must be something else going on. Maybe he’s sick. Or injured. Or dealing with family stuff. Or?—
The food delivery app pings again. My sushi is five minutes away.
I toss my phone aside, dismissing the ridiculous notion that I had any impact on the campus hockey star, the guy who takes women to bed by the dozen. I’ve got a date with spicy tuna and bad reality TV.
And I tell myself that’s better than any guy.
Hours later, my stomach comfortably full from the half-decent sushi and my brain comfortably mushed from a dozen episodes of bad reality TV, my phone pings. It’s a text, but I don’t bother checking it. It’s probably my Grandma, who’s made it her mission to ruin every show she knows I’m planning to catch up on…
But then my phone buzzes again. And again. And again.
Finally, I check it.
It’s not Grandma. It’s Lea:
911 911 911 MY PERIOD STARTED AND I HAVE NOTHING
I startle upright. Another text immediately follows:
NEED TAMPONS @ HOCKEY RINK ASAP
Then:
IT’S AN EMERGENCY!!!!!!!!
And finally:
PLEASE EM I’M DYING I THINK I’VE BLED THROUGH MY JEANS
So many capital letters.
So many exclamation points.
It’s like she’s being held hostage by her own uterus.
I type back:
On my way with supplies.
