Chapter 9

“How long are we going to be stuck here?” Indianna wondered, looking up at Greyson, who shrugged.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” he said, and she ran her fingers through her hair.

“It’s been two hours,” she muttered, and Greyson furrowed his eyebrows at her.

“Sugar, are you alright? You look like you’re going to be—”

“Sick,” Indianna gulped and jumped up from the floor. She ran into the girls’ bathroom, which was luckily opposite them, and rushed into a stall.

“Indianna, you alright?” Greyson called as she puked into the toilet.

“I’m fine,” she grumbled. “Just leave me alone.”

“You’re not fine,” he said and opened the stall door. He held her hair back from her face, and she puked again.

“Then why did you ask?” she muttered. “Please, I don’t want you to see me puking.”

“Just shut up and let me help you, Indi