An hour had gone by. I’d figured Gabe would have stopped by my room already to yell or throw things or punch me in the face. I expected him to at least send me a nasty text message about not keeping my promise. A knock sounded on my door. Smiling, I opened it expecting to see a large fist flying towards my jaw. Instead it was David and James. Ugh. I’d rather be punched. “How is your day progressing?” James asked sounding oh–so-mechanical and ridiculous. “Fantastic. I’ve got a date for Homecoming.” I sat on my bed and glared. “Do you normally have trouble getting dates?” David laughed. “No.” I scowled. “This girl’s special.” James shifted on his feet. “Not to bring up a sore subject—” “Then don’t bring it up,” I snapped. “—But,” James continued. “Do you think it’s a smart move to get a girl involved in your life at this point? You’ve refused to take any tests until the day of your surgery. You have no idea what is going on in your body, and you want to involve someone as innocent as that girl?”
