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The nurse's office was annoyingly quiet, the kind of quiet that

made the ticking clock on the wall sound like a drum in my head, or maybe that was the concussion. Fluorescent lights flickered above my head, and the sharp light was enough to make me squint. As if Luke could pick up on what bothered me, he suddenly stood up and fli Luke had deposited me awkwardly on the edge of the bed, swinging my legs up even though I had full control of my limbs. But the real reason I felt so uncomfortable wasn't the uncomfortable bed or the smell of antiseptic, or the shitty lights - it was Luke. Here. In the same room as me after I...

He was slouched in a chair by the door, this stubborn shadow that refused to leave even though I told him repeatedly. Every time I glanced his way, he'd just raise a brow, giving me this look like, "I'm not moving. Get used to it."

I'd tried to get him to leave. "Luke, you really don't have to stay," I had said, trying to sound casual, but I was practically begging. Then I straight-

up told him to leave, and I even threatened him with the only weapons I could find: cotton balls and tongue depressors, neither of which fazed him.

He didn't even bother replying, just gave me that same look that made me feel stupid for even suggesting it. Eventually, I gave up, sighing in defeat and focusing on the ceiling, counting the

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jittery like I had ants under my skin, and the longer he stayed, the worse it got. The air between us was thick. with tension, and I could almost feel it pressing down on me. It was supposed to be cool in here with the air conditioning on, but for some reason,

felt like forever, Luke leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. "Where the hell is this nurse?" he muttered, sounding like he

groaned, rolling my eyes. "You can leave, you know. Not forcing you to stay here. Freedom, just beyond that door."

jaw, his eyes narrowing, as he shot me a glance that was all bored and uninterested. "I would, but your knee is bleeding on the sheets, and Mrs. Luther told me to get you to the nurse, not the nurse's room, the nurse. No nurse, ergo, I didn't do what I promi "Now, promises matter, do they?" I stared at him,

more to myself than to him. There was a small stain spreading on the sheet underneath my leg. "My prom dress isn't going to cover this

corner of my eye, I saw Luke's expression shift, his jaw tightening and his hands clenching for a

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missed it, but there it was-just a flicker, a tiny crack in

to take up the entire room just by sitting

it with a brainless cheerleader." I finally asked, my voice