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The pharmacist behind the glass looked down at it, then his eyes flicked up to mine.
I couldseethe decision in his eyes; I’d offended him. He’d just decided to take extra time to fill it, to spite me.
Fuck.Fuck!Why was I required to be fake-nice to everyone to get anything done? Why did the world have to work this way? Why did I need to waste time stroking egos of people that only hadone fucking jobto do?
The pharmacist’s eyes lowered to the prescription, read the loopy writing in the middle, then returned to mine with a knowing satisfaction as if to say, “I’m not surprised.”
But what came out of his mouth instead was a polite, “Just a few moments. You can sit in the waiting area right over there.” He gestured to the flimsy-looking chairs nearby, then turned as haughtily as he could (or was I imagining that?) and disappeared into the labyrinth of medicine bottles behind the glass.
I stormed over to the waiting area, imprisoned in the knowledge that I couldn’t do anything.
I had to wait.
Patience had never been a virtue of mine; no, that was something Sarah had. Thank fucking Christ I didn’t have to work on my patience in order to get rid ofthatapparition. Then again, it would have been easier than dealing with Summer.
The most dangerous of all.
“Bo!”
I snapped my head to the right.Oh no. No no no no, not here—!
But sure enough, there she was, storming into the pharmacy, the physical manifestation of fury. Even now, I felt my knees weaken at how gorgeous she was as pure dread bled through me. It took a second to snap out of it; to remember that this was just another effect of the ink.
Like rose-colored glasses, it enhanced the things you remembered when things were good.
She stormed toward me, her full lips set in a frown.
I stood and hurried toward her, but I knew it was about as useful as trying to stop a hurricane by shaking your fist at the sky.
Her hair was still holding the black dye—that was good, but the roots showed about an inch of vivid violet. Thank God she wore one of my enormous black hoodies and long pants today, concealing the bold pink and purple tattoos swirling on her skin.
“Are you fucking deaf?!” She hissed.
The back of my neck prickled as I felt the eyes of passerby land on me.
Her eyes flashed. “I called you like three-thousandfucking times!! You have a phone.Use it!”
“I was busy, what did you need?” I said lamely, patiently, reluctant to explain the entire situation in public. “I was going to call you back when I finished here.”
Rage flashed through her eyes and she opened her mouth.
“Look,” I said quickly, “I was in the middle of gettingthe thingfilled for you.” I hated myself for cowing down to her, but I knew that was the only way to appease her.
Her eyes widened. “You think I need something?! You think I’m crazy?!”
Yes.“No! Not at all, it’s just that what you said last night—”
“Fuckingforgetabout what I said last night. You misunderstood—”
“Summer, you’re having an episode—”
She bared her teeth at me like an animal and jerked her arm.
I flinched and hated myself for it.
“You’d behaving an episodetoo if you were cooped up alone all day! Where the fuck have you been?!”
Alarm bells went off in my head. I could feel the eyes of the entire store on us, and I could see what they saw: some giant dude looming over this tiny woman, having a fight. It was easy to paint a picture when you only saw something from one angle. In that angle, I looked guilty as all fuck.
