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thing she talks about now is the baby.
    Toby and Shelton remain good friends, even though he’s dating my best friend, and my best friend should hate Shelton on principle. Since Toby’s dating Jen and claims to love her, he could at least be snubbing Shelton a little bit too.
    But he’s not.
    Which means that earlier today, during lunch my best friend was forced to eat lunch across from Tamara, who looked way too pleased with herself about sitting all snuggled against Shelton’s arm. I toss my math book into my locker and grab Faulkner.
    Shelton leans against a locker next to me. Almost like he did on the day we broke up. His stupid gesture makes me want to scream.
    “I didn’t realize you’d take it so hard. Maybe I should have done things differently somehow. I don’t know.” His voice is filled with sympathy, making me want to curl up in his arms, or smack him in the face. I’m still undecided.
    Half of me is pissed he thinks he has this power over me, and then I realize he does have this power over me, and then I look at his lips and remember how they felt on mine. I breathe in and he smells so good. He uses some ridiculously expensive cologne, but it’s worth Every. Single. Penny he spends on it.
    I half close my eyes and lean in.
    “Are you trying to kiss me?”
    My eyes snap open to see him leaning back.
    “Screw you.” I jerk my bag out, slam the locker shut, and almost run away to get some distance. What’s wrong with me?
    I’m not this girl—this weeping, whiny-over-a-boy pathetic girl. I’m Kate. I’m smart. Not terrible looking. Have some sort of interesting future…in something…
    I need home. Out of school. I feel all uptight and strung up. Oh. Shot. I forgot. Bet my blood sugar is way high. I mean, when I can tell I’m a little on edge, it means something probably needs to be done.
    And this is when I’m really glad that I illegally bring my own shots and testing stuff to school, because when my levels are off, the nurse calls Mom. Never good. I head to the ladies room, to the handicap stall, and wish there was a baby changing station in here for me to put my stuff, but I know something like that would never go in. The school board would assume we’d all run off and get pregnant just to have something to set there. Ridiculous.
    I sit on the floor and pull out my stuff.
    Finger prick first. And even after a year I still flinch even though it barely hurts.
    Now I get to wait for my little machine to read my blood sugar.
    I’m at two eighty. My levels could be worse. I mean, if I wasn’t diabetic, it would be insane, but I’ve had much higher than this. I measure out the right amount of insulin, and try not to think about what kind of germs are on the floor while I lie down. I know. Everyone but me does it standing up. I just don’t want to see it, and I swear it’s easier to pull a pinch of skin out when I’m lying down. Now I just need to hope no one comes in. I pull up my white T-shirt, grab a nice little roll above my jeans, grimace, try not to think about the fact that I’m putting a needle in my body , and stab.
    The small prick makes me suck in a breath, and I push on the syringe until I hit the end while a small tear escapes.
    Forever.
    I will do this forever.
    It makes me want to scream and cry all at the same time.
    I put the cap back on the needle. I make up a lower number, one hundred eighty, before writing it in my ridiculous notebook, and stand up. Yeah. I’ve had about enough high school for one day.
    “No, Kate. I’m not ditching with you, and I can’t lend you my car. It’s my mom’s car, and she’d freak.” Jen shuts her locker and starts toward class. Toby’s waiting for her farther down the hall.
    Great. So much for my plan of leaving with Jen. “So, now what?” I ask.
    “You can walk,” she suggests, and then a mischievous grin spreads across her face. “Or call Aidan. He’s home today.”
    She slips my phone out of my pocket and starts