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FILL: Don't Get Yourself in Situations, Part 10

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Over the next week, Bill made it her mission to find new and interesting ways into the school, to and from classes, shamelessly using faculty entrances, service elevators, and abandoned stairwells; eating lunch in the empty chemistry lab or the fourth floor north wing bathroom no one ever used because it was so damned out of the way. She came in as close to the school's start as possible and parked on the street, or arrived super early and parked by the door to facilitate quick escape.

A week later Bill had barely seen Tom - she skipped their combined gym, came into class borderline tardy and took whatever seat wasn't near Tom, and made use of a forged bathroom pass to spring release before the period's end. She was alone. She was triumphant. She was miserable.

"You're making life hard on all of us," claimed a handsome boy with long, impossibly glossy chestnut hair. He slid into the seat beside Bill in her German class without so much as a by your leave.

Georg, she thought she remembered his name, and recalled that she'd seen him stuck to Tom's side like a good-natured burr, along with an intense-looking bleached blond.

"Excuse me?" Bill questioned, blinking.

Georg snorted. "You should," he said, and passed over a battered, creased envelope with Bill written across the front in neatly printed script. "If Tommy's not happy, all of us are unhappy."

Bill held up a hand. "I don't want it--" she began, because the more she denied how perfect Tom might be for her, the faster this dull ache of thwarted longing could subside.

"Too bad, because I'm going to make a fuss until you take it," Georg let her know, his voice rising. "Tom's wrecked right now, the lowest I've ever seen her, and it's your fault--"

Bill took the envelope.

If only to shut Georg up, she told herself. On the back there was a little sticker sealing the flap shut. It was a foreign character, Chinese, and Bill frowned at it. She peeled it up and opened the envelope, lifting her eyes briefly to check and make sure the teacher hadn't yet begun class.

I miss you, the note began without preamble. I feel half myself when you're not around. Do you miss me?

Four options had been outlined below the plaintive question.

□ Yes
□ No
□ Piss off, I never want to see u again
□ Ticky

Bill grinned as she got to the last option, and lowered her head to veil her face with dark hair and hide her reaction.

If you're smiling, text 555-1989 to let me know you don't hate me.

She looked at the note for a long moment, her heart fluttering in its frantic attempt to grow wings and free itself from her chest. After trying and failing to suppress a besotted smile for a minute or so, she leaned toward Georg's desk.

"Hey."

Georg's head lifted. His frown cleared when he caught sight of her face. "Thank god, I'm not going to be killed."

"What?" Bill brushed that aside. "Whatever. Look...has Tom been with a lot of girls?"

"Why does that matter?" Georg asked, brows pinching together once again, then he blinked. "Ah. Well, if it helps, I've never seen Tom this crazy about anyone since..."

Bill hung on his pause, holding her breath.

"Ever," Georg finished, giving her a handsome grin. "Tom tends to be a lone wolf, you know? She hunts, she kills, she roams her turf."

"Okay, enough with the metaphor," Bill decided. "What does she want from me?"