and keep each other occupied,” he whispered. “We’ve got some unfinished business.”
“What about Hailey? You two are back together.”
“We’re just friends now. Like you and me.”
“I saw you coming out of that room with her in Norton.”
“That?” Steven laughed, running his hand through his sandy hair. “That was nothing.”
“Honestly, I don’t care. I don’t want to be with you. I don’t even like you.” Wisteria had enough of his games and walked away.
“Steven,” Gareth Hubbard yelled. “Where are you going?” he asked Steven while pushing past her, knocking her down in the process. “Ria-diarrhea, get lost.”
“Gareth, what’s your problem?” Steven tried to help her to her feet.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she shouted, charging at him.
Steven held her back.
“Let go of me!” She pulled herself away from him.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Gareth poked at Steven.
“Idiot, get lost,” Steven muttered to his friend. “I’m not going with you.”
“That? What? You’re that desperate for points?” Gareth jeered.
“Seriously, Gareth, I don’t have time for your crap today.” Steven shoved past the other boy.
Gareth had never been the same since his younger brother was infected and had to be cured. Once he'd been the class clown, but now he was becoming something darker. Granted, he was always cruel to her, but now he was horrible to everyone.
Walking off, she heard Steven calling her again. “Where are you going?” He hurried to her. “If you’re worried about Hailey, there’s no way she’ll find out. And if she does, I’ll never ask you to hook up again.”
“Hook up? What happened to the movie?”
“Sure,” he smirked. “But you know you want more than that.”
She slapped him. “Get over yourself, Steven.” She kept moving away. And suddenly, she felt like she was going to be sick. Running to the side of the road, she vomited. She didn’t know how long she’d knelt there on the side of road, but when she glanced back, Steven was gone.
She was still throwing up by the time she got home and stumbled into bed. Covering herself with a blanket she fell asleep, but kept waking up. She had to go to work in a few hours. As punishment for sneaking out, she was assigned eighteen extra hours of patrol. Her mother theorized that would make Wisteria too tired to do such nonsense again.
This made her angry, but patrolling did mean she was learning how to take care of herself again.
“Are you all right?”
Opening her eyes, she saw her mother sitting on the bed next to her, stroking her hair. “You’ve been sick all over the bed.” Her mother’s voice was soft and sweet.
Even though she was still angry with her mother for keeping secrets and the punishment, right now she just wanted to be mothered. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” Her throat felt hoarse from throwing up so much.
“Change out of your clothes and lay down on my bed. I’ll change your sheets.”
Slowly, she got up, but her head was pounding. I have Nero! She grabbed her mother’s arm. “Are you going to cure me?”
“Baby.” Her mother kissed her forehead. “I wouldn’t have woken you if I was going to cure you.”
Wisteria felt relieved and terrified.
“You don’t have Nero. It’s just the flu that’s been going around.” Her mother helped her out of bed. “There’s water and a cloth to wash with.”
On the dresser, there was a bowl of water, a green cloth, and a bar of soap. Taking off her top, she wiped the dried vomit off her neck and face.
Slowly, her mother strode over. “What is that?”
“What?” Wearily, she turned to her mother. “Ouch,” she cried as her mother poked her back.
The older woman pointed to the mirror.
Wisteria was horrified to see a trail of eight large black spots down her back, just behind her shoulders. “What are those?” She touched one, but it felt like her skin.
“Nothing.” Her mother
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