I honestly don’t know how I’m going to handle seeing him at school tomorrow. It’s going to hurt, and it’s going to suck. I cannot go to school today—there are rabid bats loose in my stomach. I’m going to be sick. My phone starts jangling with Heather’s kooky ringtone. I reluctantly reach for it. “Get your ass out of bed!” she bellows before I can say a word. “No!” I snap, throwing my blanket over my head. “I have to stay home. Something’s wrong with me.” “Yeah, you’re a big baby. You’re going.” “I’m not.” “Don’t make me come over there and drag you out by your hair,” Heather threatens. “Come on, Juliet! Have some pride.” “Ugh!” I flip the covers off of me. “Fine! I’m getting up. Happy?” “Thrilled.” Her cheerful laughter makes me want to stab something. “Text me later, ‘kay?”
