"It seems that Alaina has a concussion." The nurse stated plainly.
"How?" I asked. What the heck was she doing to get a concussion?
"Her friends said that a soccer ball hit her. Apparently someone had kicked it and it hit her just right."
I roll my eyes.
"Did they get in trouble?" I ask her, annoyed at her lack of information.
She smooths down her white shirt and readjusts her glasses. "Mr. Cuppling said he would have a chat with them to discuss their punishment. Detention, I suppose."
My mom walks in through the side door and hurriedly leans down to Lainie's side.
"Are you okay, honey?" She coos. "I'll get you some ice cream; whatever kind you want."
"I'm fine. I want a fudge sundae." Lainie says, sounding weak.
Hmph. I never get sundaes.
"Mrs. Mathers, you can check her out in the main office. Jada, you can head to class. I've written you a pass." The nurse hands me a bright pink slip of paper.
Jayda Mathers
12:15
Scott
She spelled my name wrong.
"I guess I'll see you later." I say after my mom.
She's too preoccupied with Lainie to notice me.
I walk out of the nurse's office and toward the stairs on the left. It's already well into 5th period by now, so everyone's gonna stare at me when I walk in.
The halls are eerily empty, which I like. With every step I take up the stairs, I hear a soft echo.
When I reach Mrs. Scott's classroom, the door is closed, but I can see through the window that everyone is already working together.
Carson's alone and looks like he's doodling something.
I turn the handle and push the door open.
No one really turns to look.
I walk to Mrs. Scott's desk and she looks up and smiles. "Oh, hey! I'm glad you're here!"
"Thanks." I smile.
I hold the pink slip out to her and she skims over it before taking it and throwing it away.
"Jadaaa!" Carson exclaims as he looks up at me.
"Hi," I smile happily. "What are you doing?"
He sighs and shoves the paper toward me.
On the paper, he's drawn a set of cupcakes. In the top right corner, written in adorably sloppy handwriting, there's a list of flavors: Chocolate, vanilla, BACON!!!
A wide smile spreads across my face.
"This- this is good," I tell him. "I like it."
"Are you sure? I didn't really do anything." He says, looking slightly guilty.
"Yes. The flavors are perfect."
He grins. "Could we actually put bacon in them?"
"Yeah, but only in yours," I giggle. "Oh, yeah, and my mom said she would write us a bus note."
"Cool. Who's house then?" He asks.
"Well," I think for a second. "It's up to you."
"I think," he starts. "That you should come to my house."
