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Katie clapped her hands together like she'd broken out of a football huddle then headed back to her dorm.
Go. Fight. Win.
Chapter 11
When Isaac woke, the sun no longer slipped through the cracks in his curtains. His head still hurt. And to top it off, it felt like someone was trying to stab their way out of his throat.
Rolling on his side, his clock came into view telling him he'd not only missed lunch but supper too.
"Fucking great," Jake said from the big comfy chair in the corner with his feet propped on the proportionally large footrest.
"How long have—" Isaac started but his throat ached too much to finish.
"I came back after you stood me up for lunch," Jake said. "Found you near death and tried to get you up to go to the clinic but you wouldn't budge."
Why was Jake so angry? It wasn't like Isaac had gotten sick on purpose. In fact, he wasn't sure how he'd gotten sick at all. He washed his hands religiously and couldn't remember coming into contact with anyone who had appeared to be sick.
This was just dumb fucking bad luck.
"So now neither of us are going on spring break."
"What?" Isaac winced from speaking too forcefully. He turned down the volume and asked, "What are you talking about?"
"Someone has to stay with you if you can't be bothered to take care of yourself. I'll drive you to the clinic on Monday morning."
"No," Isaac rasped. "Go. I can take care of myself."
Jake put his feet on the floor between the chair and the footstool. Pushing his brows together, he studied Isaac as he leaned forward resting his forearms on his thighs. "I don't know, man. If you've got that crap that's been going around since December, it's going to get quite a bit worse."
"I'll down a gallon of O.J. and sleep it off. You don't have to stay. You'll just waste your week watching me sleep."
Jake dropped his head with a heavy sigh before coming over to stand beside Isaac's bed. "You promise, you'll go to the clinic first thing Monday morning?"
"Cross my heart." Isaac dragged his finger over his chest drawing anX.
"I'll get you some stuff from the drug store in the morning before we leave."
"Thanks," Isaac said.
Jake turned with his shoulders slumped.
"Hey," Isaac whispered as loudly as he could to catch him.
Jake turned back leaning against the door jamb.
"It's up to you to have a shit ton of fun for the both of us," Isaac said. "I want all the juicy details when you get back."
"Yeah. Sure," Jake said then disappeared shutting the door between them.
Damn it.
No Blondie and now, no spring break? Who had he pissed off to deserve this?
What the hell could he do to fix it?
Spring break was supposed to give him the time and space he needed to forget about Blondie. Distract him from his feelings for her. Feelings so strong, even sick and delirious, remembering the soft press of her body against him got him hard as steel.
How was he supposed to forget about her now? He'd have nothing but time and space, all alone, to think about her constantly. Especially after he recovered.
