I finally get a best friend and then scare her to death.” I pulled the pen out of my chest and threw it aside, then I turned Annalee onto her back and patted her cheeks, probably a little too hard. “Annalee, please wake up! I’m okay—look at me!” Her eyes fluttered before they opened and focused on my face. “Gwen, what hap—oh my God!” She sat up and put her hand over the hole in my shirt. “Did you really just stab yourself with a pen?” “Yeah, that was really stupid of me. I’m sorry, I should’ve known it would freak you out.” I held her hand in both of mine. “I’m fine though, okay? I didn’t even feel it.” Her gaze remained on the hole in my shirt. “There’s no blood. Can I… see what it did to you?” I pulled the neckline of my shirt down far enough for her to see where the pen had punctured my chest below the collarbone.
