Page 132 of Triple Play
“Don’t care,” I tell him. “You dropped my lab class and screwed me over. We’re not friends.”
He leaves.
When it’s just the five of us—me, Grant, Wyatt, Jordie, and Teddy—I let myself breathe for the first time in hours.
“So,” Teddy says. “Mandatory counseling and community service, huh?”
“You saw the email?” Jordie asks.
“Ellie showed me.”
“It’s—yeah. Fifty hours each. And weekly therapy sessions.” Wyatt runs a hand through his locs. “Could be worse though.”
“Could be expelled,” Grant agrees.
“Could be losing each other,” I add.
They all look at me.
“We’re not losing each other,” Jordie says firmly. “Not now. Not ever.”
“Even if—” I stop. Start again. “Johns Hopkins rescinded my interview. Other schools might too. This could ruin my chances at—”
“Then screw Johns Hopkins,” Wyatt says, echoing Teddy.
“You need to stop saying that,” I tell both of them. “It’s my dream school.”
“Was,” Grant corrects. “Was your dream school. Before they decided loving us made you unprofessional.”
“He’s right,” Jordie says. “Any school that judges you for this doesn’t deserve you.”
My phone buzzes. I almost don’t check it.
But I do.
FROM: [email protected] SUBJECT: Interview Request - Updated
My hands shake as I open it.
Miss Hart,
After further review and consideration, we’d like to extend an interview invitation for our MD program. We apologize for any confusion from our earlier communication.
Please note: Your interview is scheduled for Feb 15th. In-person attendance is required.
We look forward to meeting you.
I read it three times.
“They—they changed their minds.”
“What?” Grant’s reading over my shoulder.
“Johns Hopkins. They want to interview me after all.”
“That’s—that’s amazing,” Jordie says. “Wait, when?”
I check the date. My stomach drops.
