Chapter 9

  I yawn as Mrs. Hamburgh goes on and on about some equation I can’t even begin to understand. I try to catch Rick’s eye, but he seems to be focused on the board in front of him. Since I missed our date he hasn’t spoken to me. He hasn’t even returned my texts. I guess I can’t blame him. I would have been just as upset if someone stood me up. Sure, I would have been fine if I heard the situation the other person was in, but since I can’t tell him there is no way that I can explain to him why I didn’t show. And at least he isn’t being an outright asshole. He’s only ignored me the whole of Sunday and now at school. Maybe he will talk to me at lunch. It’s only second period now.

  I try to concentrate on what Mrs. Hamsburgh is saying, but it is impossible to do between me staring at her hairy legs in a too short skirt and the tiredness that’s threatening to overtake me.

  I yawn again as a piece of paper falls on my desk.