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“I’ll make an appointment at the health center.”
She let out a breath, looking relieved. “I love you, you know.”
I smiled, burying my fears that all this would blow up in my face. “I love you, too.”
Chapter 15
I told the doctor on campus I wasn’t sleeping: truth. I told him it was because of schoolwork: lie.
He asked a few questions and then gave me a prescription for a mild sleeping pill. While I waited in line at CVS to fill the prescription, I carried on a mental conversation with Thane.
It’s unnatural.
It’s not. It’s awesome.
Meredith and Christina’s relationship is unhealthy.
You’re judgingtheirfriendship? When we’ve got something really weird going on?
We—
“Poppy!”
Turning, I saw Francis approach. He held a blue plastic basket filled with tissue boxes and sports drinks.
“Hi,” he said, pulling on the straps of his backpack.
“Hey!” I smiled in the direction of his shopping container. “Interesting assortment you got there.”
He laughed. “Right? This isn’t even that weird for me. One time I bought toilet paper and—”
“So, how do you think you did on the test?” I interrupted.
“I think I did well. Thanks for studying with me.”
“Are you kidding? You guys saved my ass.” Francis and I had spent the last three nights in the library with a few of our other classmates cramming for the parasitology test we’d taken that morning.
“How do you think you did?” he asked.
“Actually, I think I did okay. I’m glad it’s over, though. Damn, that test was a doozy!”
“Right? Dr. Carrington is such a hard ass. I’m going out with John and Jacky to blow off steam and celebrate. You want to come?”
“I think I’ll stay…” I shook my head, and then realized it was always my first inclination to refuse, to hide. “You know what? A night out with you guys sounds like a lot of fun.”
“Awesome. We’re going to Frenchie’s around eight.”
“Love it.”
“Cool! Meet us at the Cistern at seven forty-five.”
The pharmacist called my name and held up my white prescription bag. I grabbed the medication and followed Francis toward the exit.
“Prescription, huh?” he asked. “You okay?”
“Oh, yeah. I just have some minor insomnia. The doctor at the school clinic wrote me something mild.”
“Uh, you’ve heard of pot, right?”
