Dorm Blues

“Katie, are you sure you’re okay? Maybe we should go see the nurse?” Celeste asked by the door of the toilet cubicle, which vacated both Katie and Ariah.

Katie hunkered down in front of the toilet and threw up while Ariah sat next to her and rubbed her back.

Ariah shot us a concerned look. “This started during physical? Maybe the change is taking a negative toll on her.”

“She told me she’s been feeling nauseous since before the class. In English, right, Katie?” Celeste asked.

Katie held up her thumb, nodding, then continued to dry-heave over the toilet.

The bathroom door flung open, and Nate stepped in, locking the door behind him.

“Nate! You’re not supposed to be in here!” Ariah snapped at him.

He huffed, dropping his backpack on the counter by the sink, and unzipped it. “None of you have anything I haven’t seen. And it’s not like I’m into girls, so there's that.”

“You’re still not allowed in here.”

Celeste snorted. “Whatever. What’s the rush, Nate?”