Chapter 8
I massaged the crease that had set up permanent residence between my brows. My head had hurt since lunch, probably from being awake since before dawn, and despite the three ibuprofen I’d sneaked from my bag, it lingered. Though the last bell of the day had rung about ten minutes ago, I knew I still had to make it through Ms. Jordan’s study session. I rubbed my temples, hoping to ease the tension there, as a few stranglers slipped into the room. Most of the seats were full, and I was forced to the back row even though I’d gotten to her room almost immediately after the bell. I guessed a lot of people needed this session.
“You okay?” a voice from beside me asked.
I dropped my hands, a little embarrassed to have attracted anyone’s pity. “Just a headache.” I turned toward the girl
