"have a seat over there andrew and i'll bring you an ice pack," the nurse says pointing to a row of chairs set behind him. he turns to see abby sitting there staring at the floor. you. drew feels his stomach knot and his eyebrows drop. he sits in the chair across from abby and stares at her until he has the strength to say something. "why are you here?" drew asks bitterly.
abby looks at him looking like a lost sheep, "i threw up..." drew feels bad for her a little bit but then remembers how mean she is, "gross." she nods and looks back down at the floor. drew stares daggers at her again. how could she just not look at me. shes ignored me this long and doesn't even pretend to be nice!
"so you have a lot of friends," drew almost accuses. abby shuts her eyes, "yeah. i guess..." drew squints his eyes and scoffs under his breath. he looks at the flu and cold posters around him until he gets his ice pack.
"what happened to your hand," abby asks quietly. drew doesn't take his eyes away from his hand. "i fell wrong when we were playing soccer - not that you really care anyway." abby takes a sharp breath as if she got hurt, "i do care." drew rolls his eyes, "uh-huh, sure."
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blurry nights
General Fiction"my skin is dark as night, but you're the one with constellations across yours"
