me.
“You’re quiet,
Sarah. Is there something wrong?” my dad asked between bites.
“Yeah, I’m
tired, and I don’t really feel like talking.” I gulped the last bite and shoved
away from the table. “I’m finished eating. I’m going to go back to my room if
that’s all right?”
My mom and dad
exchanged questioning glances, and then my mom answered, “Sure, honey.”
I was putting
my dishes in the dishwasher when the phone rang.
“Sarah, could
you get that?” my mom shouted from the dining room.
“Sure,” I said,
grabbing the phone off of the end table. “Hello.”
“Is Sarah
home?” a deep voice asked.
“This is
Sarah.”
“Oh hi, it’s
Lucas. Is it okay that I’m calling?”
Relief washed
over me like a tidal wave. “Yeah, sure.” I headed upstairs to my room, taking
the phone with me. In the kitchen, I could hear my mom and dad arguing with
Alex about something. I really didn’t care. I had my own problems.
I fell onto my
bed, my weight making the pillows bounce. “What’s up?”
“I was sick
today, and I don’t want to get behind in class, so I was wondering if I could
borrow your notes. You’re the only one I’ve spoken to in history. If you don’t
want to lend them to me, I could ask Mr. Henderson.”
I smiled to
myself. That’s what happens when you only talk to a few people in school. You
might feel a little weird asking someone you don’t know for a favor. “Sure, no
problem, there wasn’t much today anyway. If you want, I could give them to you
at lunch, it shouldn’t take you long to copy them.”
“Sounds good.
If you could bring them to the cafeteria, I’ll pick them up and copy them while
I eat.”
“All right. So
you’re feeling better then?” I asked, playing with the zipper from the hoodie I
was wearing.
“Yeah, I think
it was a twenty-four-hour thing. It started yesterday at work, and I had to go
home. I guess my manager didn’t like the idea of my throwing up on the
customers.”
“Well, it’s not
very good customer service.”
He laughed.
“When do you work next?”
It sounded like
he was trying to make conversation. “I work Wednesday and Saturday, same shift
as last week, you?”
“I have to work
Thursday night and Saturday until five. I hate working Saturday nights, so I
always work the day shift. I’m in good with the owners, so it works out.”
“Who owns it?”
“My parents.”
“Oh, I feel
stupid. You know, I didn’t even notice the name when my mom took me there last
week.”
“Sabour. It’s
my mom’s maiden name.”
“That’s a cool
name. I should probably get off the phone though. I still have to do my
homework, unlike some people.”
“Yeah, I’ll
just have to do double tomorrow. I’ll see you at school. Have a good night,
Sarah.”
“You too,
Lucas.” I hung up in a much better mood.
It took me the
rest of the night to finish my homework and afterward I went to bed early.
Because of my restless night I could barely keep my eyes open.
As I shut the door to my car the next
morning in the school parking lot, Emma came up beside me. “You look much
better today.”
I smiled. “I
feel much better too. I was just tired and cranky; I didn’t sleep well the
night before.” We came up to the front doors and walked right through; Jeff
Lewis held it open, winking at Emma.
We were almost
to my locker when I noticed Derrick wasn’t tagging along behind us. “Where’s
Derrick?” I asked, surprised he wasn’t with Emma. They’d been joined at the hip
since their first date.
“He’s sick,
some kind of flu, he was throwing up all last night. It was so gross.” She
scrunched up her face and made a gagging sound. Apparently it was contagious,
first Lucas and now Derrick.
“Eww. I hope
he’s okay.”
“He’ll be fine;
I heard it was a bug going around.” She didn’t seem too concerned.
“I’ll see you
at lunch, Emma,” I said, heading to my first class. It was very quiet without
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