Grey Eyes

VIII

My mind has been twirling. Winter break is over. Two and a half weeks were nice and relaxing. Today, everyone is back. I haven't seen Allison yet, but Tris says she's sick or something like that. English Lit was bad. Ms. May called me out to answer multiple questions and told me my black cardigan was "improper." Clearly, someone did not have a nice vacation. I honestly could not wait to go back to my room and order pizza and pile it with bacon bits.

On the was to SexEd, Ib see someone waiting by my locker. The black blazer let me know it was Dante. I turned right back around and sped across up the other stairs, hoping he wouldn't see me.

I ended up going to see Allison at the nurse's office.

"Hey Ally." She was lying on the bed with a bag of ice on her head.

"Rick? Oh my, I missed you so much."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I'm just a little pale. How is Tris?" Hey throat seems itchy.

"She's fine."

"Your brother came to see me."

"Since when did you have any relations with my brother?" Allison begins to turn from me but I tug on her sleeve. Her eyes begin to glisten and expand.

"U-um, Jac-Jacob-"

"Jacob did what?" My voice was becoming loud.

"My older stepbrother is your brother's old friend. When Macon got into this school, I came with him to see his room and help him move in. There, his roommate was Jacob. He gave us a tour and he managed to get me alone for some time. I liked him alot, and I swear I didn't know he was your brother until two months ago. No we did not have sex, but we have made out, and that might have recently happened at a Party this passed weekend. I have been sick ever since. The nurse says that I might have caught a virus, because I've just been throwing up all week."

I look away. "I don't think it was kissing my sick brother that has you sick. I also doubt it's the fact that you are able to have access to my brother, knowing that it was wrong. In fact, I don't even think that it is because I haven't seen my brother yet." She looks up at me, and I glare back. "I honestly believe it's a serious punishment on your count for being a horrible friend, or it is maybe that your ex-boyfriend was so lame that you would really consider searching in between my brother's legs for a good time? Honestly, if something keeps you sick, I hope it's that guilt."