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“Hear that, huh? High school kid in the southwest corner of the room. Working through a torn meniscus. Senior year and she’s done.”
“Sucks.”
“Yeah, well, shit happens. You know that better than anyone. You got jumped. You really don’t remember?”
I faced him, instantly paranoid. He was my physical therapist. Wasn’t Scott or Rain. Or Walker for that matter. But still.
“You read the file.” I squared off with the kicking bag and swung.
I spun around and landed on my ass. “Shit!”
Jeff laughed.
“Screw you.”
“Surroundings, man. Just sayin’.”
“Fine. Now help me up, bitch, and get me signed up for your class.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Lizzie
“Theladyinblack,huh?” Angelina asked me.
The technician worked on cleaning up the dark polish around my cuticles. “Everyone wears this color,” I said.
I wanted to look great, since I was going on my first official date with Damon.
One that didn’t include pizza after breaking him out of the hospital, AMA. And one that didn’t involve bringing him to an appointment or shopping for new clothes. Those were errands. Fun, but so not what I wanted with him. Not even close.
I closed my eyes, trying to relax, which included doing a little counting, unfortunately. I wasn’t so sure how I felt about coming here. People touching my fingers. I know I should like it, seemed like all girls did, but so not up my alley.
“It’s a little dark, everything okay?” Angelina asked.
“Yeah.”
“Not very convincing.” She slapped my arm. “For realz. Everything good?”
“I’m trying to be okay with everything.”
“Spill.”
“Damon. After that run-in with Rain. I—he—God!” I closed my eyes and watched numbers flitting through my mind. Integers of three. If I counted them enough nothing bad would happen.
“What is it?”
“Freaking a little. Damon’s life. It’s rough. I mean, at least it was.”
“That it was.”
“Still kinda feels like it is. And with how my folks were killed. I—it’s hitting home.”
“I’ve noticed you haven’t gone out much since the trip to the mall.”
“I’m losing it, Angelina. Had to call super shrink Jenna.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
