over Brent." Chrissy shrugged and let the phone drop beside her.
"Who's Brent? Fill the new girl in." Elizabeth leaned back on the bed, her hands sliding behind her as she reclined.
"He's my ex-boyfriend. We were together for most of high school. He went to NYC and I came here. We made it through about three months and then I found him cheating on me."
"You found him or found out about it?" Elizabeth asked, glancing between Chrissy and Jani.
"She found him. She went up to surprise him for his birthday last October and he surprised her. He's a dick. Not all guys are like him." Jani sounded hopeful.
"Yes they are," Elizabeth and Chrissy spoke in tandem, Chrissy laughing at Elizabeth's quick agreement with her.
"You've had a similar experience, I take it?" Jani asked.
"I've had lots of horrible experiences with guys. I'm just glad to be away from NYC honestly. The guys there are trash, but most men are period." Elizabeth shrugged, the hardness of the comment and her reply not seeming to fit the tall, feminine girl.
"I think we could start a club for men haters just with the three of us." Jani laughed and moved to the edge of the bed. "I broke things off with Carter because he's a selfish ass, but I can't stop thinking of him. Not sure hate would be the right word."
"It's always the ones we're not supposed to want we end up craving." Elizabeth moved to recline on her bed, turning on her side and curling up.
"I don't crave anyone, and I'm keeping it that way." Chrissy smiled, sleep pulling at her. "I think this medicine is about to work its magic."
Jani moved to stand beside the bed, reaching over and brushing hair from Chrissy's face. "Good. Get some rest and I'll come over later tonight to see what you need."
"You okay?"
"I'm not the one that busted it in front of everyone at UG." Jani laughed and squeezed Chrissy's shoulder.
"I didn't bust it. I landed beautifully. It was the vomiting in front of everyone that's the issue." Her cheeks burned as she smiled, the memory washing before her vision.
"Vomiting is an MO for an athlete. No worries there. Get some rest."
"I mean with the Carter thing. You okay?"
"No, but we can talk about it later. Get some rest." Jani squeezed her shoulder softly and turned to leave. Chrissy closed her eyes, the soft mumbling between her friends getting lost on the fog that moved over her. Distant and growing warm with comfort she let out a slow breath and relaxed into the darkness as sleep took her under.
CHAPTER 3
"Hey, sleepyhead, get up." Jason's voice pulled her from her sleep. Him being in her room seemed out of place.
Was she back at home in their small shack of a house in the heart of New York? Chrissy opened her eyes slowly, the weight of the medicine pulling her back toward rest. "Go away," she mumbled.
"You need to eat. You were supposed to have food in your stomach for that pill. Leave you alone for a few minutes and you jack everything up."
The bed moved beside her as Jason sat down. He carefully pulled the ice pack from her knee and stood back up. "I'm going to empty this. Wake up and let's go eat."
"I'm not hungry and going somewhere sounds like a horrible idea."
"Well, talk yourself into it. There isn't even a packet of crackers around here. You guys don't buy snacks or what?"
"I'm an athlete. I'm not allowed to eat junk food, moron."
"Be nice to the help or help yourself."
"You need a new tagline. You've been saying that since we were little." Chrissy moved to her elbows, her eyes scanning the room.
"Yes, well I wouldn't need to say it if you weren't a turd most days of the week." Jason turned from the sink and leaned against the counter.
"Where’s Elizabeth?"
"She left when I got here a few minutes ago. Mumbled something about needing to go to the store. I think me being here made her uncomfortable."
"Did you do something?"
"Nope. Just came in and said hi." He shrugged and moved back to the bed. "Let's get you up. Laying there is good when
"Who's Brent? Fill the new girl in." Elizabeth leaned back on the bed, her hands sliding behind her as she reclined.
"He's my ex-boyfriend. We were together for most of high school. He went to NYC and I came here. We made it through about three months and then I found him cheating on me."
"You found him or found out about it?" Elizabeth asked, glancing between Chrissy and Jani.
"She found him. She went up to surprise him for his birthday last October and he surprised her. He's a dick. Not all guys are like him." Jani sounded hopeful.
"Yes they are," Elizabeth and Chrissy spoke in tandem, Chrissy laughing at Elizabeth's quick agreement with her.
"You've had a similar experience, I take it?" Jani asked.
"I've had lots of horrible experiences with guys. I'm just glad to be away from NYC honestly. The guys there are trash, but most men are period." Elizabeth shrugged, the hardness of the comment and her reply not seeming to fit the tall, feminine girl.
"I think we could start a club for men haters just with the three of us." Jani laughed and moved to the edge of the bed. "I broke things off with Carter because he's a selfish ass, but I can't stop thinking of him. Not sure hate would be the right word."
"It's always the ones we're not supposed to want we end up craving." Elizabeth moved to recline on her bed, turning on her side and curling up.
"I don't crave anyone, and I'm keeping it that way." Chrissy smiled, sleep pulling at her. "I think this medicine is about to work its magic."
Jani moved to stand beside the bed, reaching over and brushing hair from Chrissy's face. "Good. Get some rest and I'll come over later tonight to see what you need."
"You okay?"
"I'm not the one that busted it in front of everyone at UG." Jani laughed and squeezed Chrissy's shoulder.
"I didn't bust it. I landed beautifully. It was the vomiting in front of everyone that's the issue." Her cheeks burned as she smiled, the memory washing before her vision.
"Vomiting is an MO for an athlete. No worries there. Get some rest."
"I mean with the Carter thing. You okay?"
"No, but we can talk about it later. Get some rest." Jani squeezed her shoulder softly and turned to leave. Chrissy closed her eyes, the soft mumbling between her friends getting lost on the fog that moved over her. Distant and growing warm with comfort she let out a slow breath and relaxed into the darkness as sleep took her under.
CHAPTER 3
"Hey, sleepyhead, get up." Jason's voice pulled her from her sleep. Him being in her room seemed out of place.
Was she back at home in their small shack of a house in the heart of New York? Chrissy opened her eyes slowly, the weight of the medicine pulling her back toward rest. "Go away," she mumbled.
"You need to eat. You were supposed to have food in your stomach for that pill. Leave you alone for a few minutes and you jack everything up."
The bed moved beside her as Jason sat down. He carefully pulled the ice pack from her knee and stood back up. "I'm going to empty this. Wake up and let's go eat."
"I'm not hungry and going somewhere sounds like a horrible idea."
"Well, talk yourself into it. There isn't even a packet of crackers around here. You guys don't buy snacks or what?"
"I'm an athlete. I'm not allowed to eat junk food, moron."
"Be nice to the help or help yourself."
"You need a new tagline. You've been saying that since we were little." Chrissy moved to her elbows, her eyes scanning the room.
"Yes, well I wouldn't need to say it if you weren't a turd most days of the week." Jason turned from the sink and leaned against the counter.
"Where’s Elizabeth?"
"She left when I got here a few minutes ago. Mumbled something about needing to go to the store. I think me being here made her uncomfortable."
"Did you do something?"
"Nope. Just came in and said hi." He shrugged and moved back to the bed. "Let's get you up. Laying there is good when
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