I didn’t want to go to school.
I didn’t want to see Nicholas.
With my face mashed into my pillow, I screamed and rolled over on my bed again and again. Then I rolled on to my back and stared at the ceiling.
I hadn't slept a wink at all. Tossing and turning, all I could think about was Nicholas and what he said in the car. Maybe I should fake another illness. I couldn't chance meeting him today and have another humiliating encounter, could I?
But then my mother was banging against my door and I knew I didn't have the guts to fake ill. So I got ready for school and trudged out of my room.
Hurrying down the stairs, I noticed my father looking at me, coffee cup in hand.
“Is there something troubling you?" he asked in a worried tone. "You look kind of pale…”
“Not really,” I fibbed. “I wa
