They hadn’t talked about it, but the next morning he’d held her hand at school. He’d even given her a sweet little kiss in front of his jock friends right before practice. Lily had never dated anyone and didn’t really know how these things worked, but she was pretty sure that by taking her to the party tonight he would be announcing to everyone that they were officially together. So Lily didn’t care if she coughed up her spleen or sneezed out an artery. She was going to that party if it killed her.
When she was finally done vomiting up the leaves, twigs, and roots that made up her vegan lunch, Lily staggered over to the sinks to mop up her face.
She moaned when she looked in the mirror. It was worse than she’d expected. Her alabaster-white skin was flushed such a bright red it looked like someone had slapped her across the face. Crimson hives were rising like whip marks across her wing-like collarbones and her green eyes were glassy with fever. Quickly recounting everything she’d eaten that day, she couldn’t think of what could have caused such a runaway reaction. Her allergy must have been caused by something she couldn’t see, like the chemicals they used to clean the school, but she couldn’t really be sure of that.
Lily twisted her slippery strawberry-colored curls up close to her scalp and stabbed the thick mass into a messy French twist with a pencil. She took off her SAVE THE WALES T-shirt and bent over a sink in her bra, trying to coax colder water out of the lukewarm tap by batting it with her fingertips. She splashed the not-quite-cool-enough water over the angry rash that was rising like a hot tide up her hyperreactive body.
The bell rang, signaling the end of her lunch period, and Lily had no choice but to reach into her bag for one of her many emergency kits. She dug past a bottle of quick-dissolve steroid pills and her inhaler, and went straight for the Epipen. She took the green cap off the tube of sterile plastic and jabbed the tip through the jeans covering her thigh, gritting her teeth against the painful stab.
Technically, she wasn’t supposed to use her Epipen except in a life-threatening situation, but since she had no idea what was causing such a violent reaction, she figured it was better to be safe than sorry. As the medicine cocktail from the Epipen flooded her system, Lily’s symptoms began to diminish. Her eyes stopped watering and her vision cleared. She shivered violently as the adrenaline from the shot rushed through her system, then realized that her entire upper body was wet. Hands shaking with the jitters, she dabbed at herself with some paper towels and put on her T-shirt as the bell rang a second time, signaling the start of the next class.
Lily ran out of the girls’ room, up the stairs, and thundered down the nearly empty hallway to Mr. Carnello’s classroom just before he closed the door.
“Sorry, Mr. Carn.” She panted as she ducked past him.
“Are you all right?” Mr. Carnello asked her, glancing down at Lily’s top and then quickly away.
“Sure. I just had a … thing,” she mumbled distractedly, and darted into the room.
Tristan looked up from his spot at their lab table and narrowed his eyes at her as she made her way over to him. She noticed a couple of people looking at her strangely as she sat down. She tried to smile back at them in friendly way, but they all looked away from her without making eye contact.
“Lily,” Tristan hissed at her.
“What?” she hissed back.
“Why are your boobs wet?”
“My what?” Lily looked down at her T-shirt and saw that the white material was completely transparent where her soggy bra had soaked through. Mortified, she crossed her arms over her chest. She could hear a few guys snickering in the corner and saw Tristan’s head spin around, silencing them with a look.
“Do you need a moment to collect yourself, Miss Proctor?” Mr. Carnello asked kindly.
“No. We’re good,” Tristan answered for Lily as he quickly pulled his sweater over his head.
The shirt he was wearing underneath hiked up accidentally as he did so, and a few girls whispered excitedly at the glimpse of rippling muscles and velvety skin. Tristan helped Lily into his sweater as if he didn’t even hear them. Considering the fact that he just had to walk past most girls to make them groan out loud, he probably didn’t. But Lily heard them, and felt herself flush with even more heat as she resisted the urge to strangle them.
Trial by Fire
Josephine Angelini's books
- Baby for the Billionaire
- Desire by Design
- Saved by the Bride
- Saved by the Rancher
- Tempted by Trouble
- The Baby Jackpot
- Lassoed by Fortune
- Tempted by the Soldier
- Kissed by Moonlight
- Wreck Me
- Seduced by the Sultan
- Seduced by Fire
- Need You Tonight
- Wife by Wednesday(Weekday Brides Series)
- Taken by Tuesday
- A Good Debutante's Guide to Ruin_The Debutante Files
- An Engagement in Seattle
- Her Two Billionaires and a Baby(BBW Menage #4)
- Chasing Abby
- Crashed(book three)
- Not the Boss's Baby
- Claimed By The Alien (Heavenly Mates Book 2)
- Kidnapped By The Alien (Heavenly Mates Book 3)
- This Lullaby (v5)
- Hello, Goodbye, and Everything in Between
- The House of the Stone
- Fire Always Burns
- Forbidden Fires (Bondage & Breakfast)
- Hearts Afire
- Firewalker