Dustin
What the hell is her problem, Dustin wondered. Can’t even give her a fucking compliment without getting her attitude.
He actually tried to pay attention in class but it was just too boring. He looked around the room aimlessly when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gina wince. Her forearm tensed up and he could see the veins almost popping out of her wrist. After taking a glance at the rest of her forearm, he understood. She had a very red cut that was puffed and filled with ooze. It looked painfully infected. She had a bruise and other cuts on her wrists.
He was surprised she didn’t say anything to him about looking at her but she was staring blankly at the map.
So, Abijah assigned me to a suicidal girl? Great, he thought. It’s not bad enough I suck at this and have no interest in being her guardian angel but if she kills herself, it’s going to be my fault.
I guess the least I could do is get her a band-aid and it’ll get me out of class.
He got out of his seat and walked toward the teacher. He looked her straight in the eyes and spoke to her mind.
You’re letting me go to the nurse to get some band- aids.
She looked memorized for a second then said, “Yes, of course.” As he walked out of class the teacher continued the lesson.
Not knowing where the Nurses office was, he turned and asked a few girls coming down the hall.
“Excuse me, ladies,” he said in his most charming voice. “Could you help me find the Nurse’s office?”
“I could.” One of the girls volunteered. Her friend looked annoyed and walked away.
“So, what’s your name, beautiful?” He asked.
“Sarah.” Little Miss Sarah puckered her cherry red lips and let the way. Her short blonde hair bounced on her shoulder and her bangs looked irritating they kept getting in her eyes. Her short black shirt nicely flaunted her legs and her white v-neck-which was partly covered by a basige scarf-shaped her large breasts nicely.
“I heard you’re new,” Sarah said. “Where you from?”
“Just a transfer.” Was all he said. She nodded.
She stopped in front of a door, which he guessed was the Nurse’s office.
“Well, Dustin, “ she purred. “If you need any more help finding something…” she handed him a tiny slip of paper that had a seven digit number on it. She smiled at him before walking away. He smirked as he slid her phone number in his pocket.
A nasty aroma of sickness hit him as he walked in the Nurse’s office. There was a line of chairs against the wall. One of them was occupied by a small brunette who was getting her temperature taken by one of the nurses. She had her hands hidden between her thighs and she hunched her shoulders over, giving away that she probably had a fever.
“Yup, one hundred point two. Dial six before calling the number.” The nurse said.
The girl got up and dialed a number on the phone then stood there, waiting for someone to pick up. The nurse put back the thermometer and turned to Dustin.
“What can I do for you?”
“A few band-aids, if you will.” He said.
She handed him a few band-aids and antibacterial ointment.
