Film at Eleven by Bloom Maggie

Author:Bloom, Maggie
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: humor, romantic comedy, true love, chick lit, high school, love triangle, first love, young adult romance, teen romance, meg cabot, maggie bloom, film at eleven, sarah dessen, lisi harrison, sara shepard, simone elkeles

Twelve

I DON’T remember much after my eyes met Mick’s, except that my blood went icy cold and the room started to spin. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in the nurse’s office with a throbbing headache and a pressing urge to vomit.

“Here you go, honey,” Nurse Strump fussed, repositioning a cool washcloth on my forehead as I pushed myself up on the sickie cot. “Take it easy now. You’ve been through a trauma. You need to rest. Just stay there while I get you some water.”

My guidance counselor, Ms. Aggie, sat down beside me and put her hand on my leg. “Is everything all right, Flora?” she asked in her best humor-the-nutcase voice. “What happened?”

“Uh…”

If there was one thing I knew for sure it was that I had to lie. Not because I cared what Ms. Aggie thought, but because I was so damn confused about the Lars/Mick situation that whatever bits and pieces of the story I could’ve managed to string together were bound to be incomprehensible.

Nurse Strump passed me a plastic cup, and, in tiny sips, I drank about half of the water while Ms. Aggie tried to read my mind with her super-intuition.

“I…uh…didn’t eat breakfast this morning,” I finally mumbled. “And I’ve had a headache all day. Do you have any Tylenol?” I asked Nurse Strump. “I think that might help.”

Ms. Aggie looked skeptical, but I could tell Nurse Strump was buying my wretchedly feeble acting job hook, line, and sinker.

“Why didn’t you have breakfast?” Ms. Aggie asked. “Have you been under any unusual stress lately?”

Well, that was putting it mildly.

“No. Nothing really,” I said.

“Are you sure? Because I’m here to help,” Ms. Aggie tried to convince me with her chipper little trust me facade. “It’s my job, you know.”

Nurse Strump slipped two Tylenol into my ready hand. “You’re not hypoglycemic are you?” she asked.

Hypo-what? I shook my head.

“Because if your blood sugar was low…well, that would explain why you fainted,” she said, offering me a chubby-cheeked, buck-toothed smile.

Bingo. Thank you, Nurse Strump. “Actually, yeah…I think my mother did say that, uh, she has low blood sugar or something. So maybe that means I have it too.”

To my utter surprise, there was no eye rolling, no head shaking, no lip pursing. I guess they must have believed me. How simple.

“Speaking of your mother,” Ms. Aggie said. “I talked with her on the phone just before you came to.”

“Uh-huh…”

“And she’d like to take you to the doctor for an evaluation, in case there’s any medical reason for your loss of consciousness.”

Had every adult within a five-mile radius of me gone insane? I mean, sure, I’d passed out. But I was awake now, and I felt fine. Mystery solved. Case closed. That’s all she wrote.

“Can you call back and cancel?” I pleaded.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Ms. Aggie said. “I’m sure she’s already on her way.”

Nurse Strump chimed in, “And you should be examined, just to be on the safe side.”

So that was it. I was doomed to spend a perfectly good afternoon in Dr.

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