I looked down. I didn't know what to do. "Good night." I whispered to him. "Hope you feel better tomorrow." I walk to a closet and change to my pajamas behind it. I walk to my bed. I glance at Torpiliko. I pull the covers, lie down, and smile.
A million thoughts were racing through my head. Screw was telling me what I was missing. A smiling girl, in bed, under the covers. Feeling sorry for me.
BIC: Girls have too much sympathy. Preppy girls are to vain to think about anything but themselves. No wonder I like them more often. They have no feelings.