minute. His tone made it sound like he was confessing a humiliating weakness, as if caring about me were so wrong. "I thought that fag Newton was dragging your dead body off to bury it in the woods."
"Ha ha." I still had my eyes closed, and tried to imagine Newton having the balls to kill me but got caught up in the fact that I'd never even seen a boy's balls before. I tried to imagine what they looked like but had no luck. "I doubt Mike even has balls," I said in my confusion. I was feeling more normal every minute.
"Honestly—I've seen corpses with better color. I was concerned that I might have to avenge your murder."
"Poor Mike. I'll bet he's mad."
"He absolutely loathes me," Fredward said cheerfully.
"You can't know that," I teased.
"I saw his balls—I could tell."
"How did you see them? I thought you were ditching." I was almost fine now, though the queasiness would probably pass faster if I'd eaten something for lunch. On the other hand, maybe it was lucky my stomach was empty. I'd be thinner, at least.
"I was in my car, listening to a CD, and there they were... " Such a normal response—it surprised me. I wondered what Fredward Cullen listened to in his car when he ditched class, and couldn't imagine it.
I heard the door and opened my eyes to see the nurse with a cold compress in her hand.
"Here you go, dear." She laid it across my forehead. "You're looking better."
"I think I'm fine," I said, sitting up and letting the compress fall to my lap. There was just a little ringing in my ears, no spinning. The mint green walls stayed where they should.
I could see she was about to make me lie back down, but the door opened just then, and Ms. Crabnutt's greasy voice slithered in.
"We've got... another one," she intoned.

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