Cool, calm & collected
Percy First day in weeks that I feel totally queasy. My stomach is all riled up, and I feel so lightheaded that I only made it down the three flights of stairs to the exit before I had to sit down on the curb outside. It’s not just my stomach that’s upset somehow, though. I am. My thoughts are spiraling, solely focusing on yesterday’s ‘almost-kiss’ debacle and how I hate that he didn’t go through with it. A girl- a woman calling him, was enough to set me straight on the fact that this is not real. It’s none of my business how many times ‘Iris’ calls him, and it’s none of my business that he seemed more upset and worried about her after a five-minute phone call than anyone has ever seemed about me. Even when there were obvious signs, I was struggling. At a tap on my shoulder, I turn
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