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pressure in Pierre’s chest exploded. “She’d never go for you, you know.”
    “Oh, she’d go for me. No question.” He chuckled as he kicked his feet up on the seat across from him. “Whoa, even with that bump on her head, she’s still hot. Why are you always the lucky one?”
    “Get your head out of the gutter.”
    But what he wanted to say was: “She’s mine. Hands off.”
    Instead, he skirted his jealous thoughts. “Hey, is that my change of clothes?” He pointed toward the plastic bag at Luc’s feet, changing the subject. He didn’t want to be in the scrubs any longer. They stretched across his chest, making him feel like the “Incredible Hulk” about to burst out of his shirt—way too small for him.
    “Yeah, I almost forgot. You better not get sick. I’m not going to school without you. I hate that.”
    “I’ll make sure not to get sick on your account,” Pierre joked as he grabbed the plastic bag and his damp clothes and made his way to the restroom.
    “By the way, my mom called your mom. She was worried because you’re at the hospital. Uh, I sort of had to tell her.” He slumped into the chair, holding his hands palm up. “Sorry, man.”
    “Well, you did practically yell out on the phone where I’m at.” Pierre rolled his eyes, trying to be playful.
    “And . . . your mom is on her way.”
    “Serious?”
    “Sorry, man. I had no control over it. Serious.”
    Pierre slouched as a lump of guilt formed in his throat. “Don’t worry about it. She would have found out anyway.” He groaned and said under his breath, “Just what she needs . ” He shuffled toward the bathroom. 
    He relieved himself, washed his hands, and then went into one of the stalls to change out of the scrubs. He opened the bag and noticed that Luc, with great lack of propriety, had brought his dingy workout clothes. He sniffed them. “Ugh. Gross.” There was no way in hell he would be wearing them. The tight hospital scrubs would have to do for a while longer. But then he pulled out a bright pink jacket.
    “What the . . . Luc’s going to kill me. But I’m not about to be cold outside. I’ll just have to suck it up like a man.” He sighed and then squeezed into the jacket. “Did he have to bring the smallest one possible? I can barely move my arms.” He stuffed Luc’s disgusting clothes back into the bag along with his wet clothes from this morning, and left the bathroom to join Luc, shaking his head.
    When Luc saw Pierre, he burst out laughing, patting his knee so hard it would probably leave a nasty bruise.
    “Hey Pierre, smile big.” He drew out his cell and snapped picture after picture, chuckling so loud it caught the nurse’s attention down the hall—the same one who had hit on Pierre earlier. “Great picture for the school bulletin board. Even though you look positively to die for in that pink jacket, I didn’t bring it for you. My mom made me bring it for the girl just in case she has nothing warm to wear.” Luc scanned him up and down, laughed again, and took another photo.
    Pierre lunged at Luc and tried to wrestle the phone from his friend’s tight grasp, but it was a lost cause. Luc dodged him flipping the phone from hand to hand and behind his back. Plus, the tiny jacket almost completely restricted his movement like he was a mad man wearing a straitjacket.
    “I give up.” Pierre lumbered away in defeat until he fell into the nearest chair.
    “I saw your girl again.” Luc whistled in the examination room’s direction. “She came back while you were changing.”
    “Really?” He shot up from the chair, pacing back and forth in front of Luc. He swiped his hand through his now dry hair.
    Just then the examination room door opened, cutting off their conversation. Pierre tore off the pink jacket and threw it straight at Luc’s face. He sure wasn’t going to be caught with it on in front of anyone else. In return, Luc grunted a little too dramatically as though he had been hit in the