onday morning dawned really, really early. I stumbled into first period half-dead.

Jason and Hannah were already waiting by our workstation, laptops booted. I dreaded delivering the bad news.

“Guys, I’m so sorry, but I don’t have my data.” I slumped into my chair. “I know I promised it today, but I’ve been sick all weekend.”

Hannah frowned but said nothing.

Jason shook his fists in mock indignation.

“Outrageous! We count on you to make us look smart.”

“I’ll get it done ASAP, I promise.” I blew stray hairs from my forehead. “If you’d endured the weekend I had, you’d understand.”

“Don’t worry,” Jason said. “The presentation isn’t until Friday. We’ll put your part last, and you can present the findings however you want.”

“Just get better.” Hannah’s concern sounded genuine. “That’s most important.”

I smiled my thanks. Academic slacking isn’t my style. Guilt is. My conscience had been eating at me since I woke up.

“What’s on tap today?” I asked.

“We’re observing the effects of olfactory cues on gerbil activity,” Jason said. “We’ve been assigned two scents.”

Hannah read the instructions. “One: Place an aroma canister inside the cage. Two: Wait five minutes. Three: Time the gerbil’s use of its exercise wheel. Sounds easy.”

“Bring on the rodent,” Jason said.

I loaded the first scent: wild lavender. A soothing spa-like fragrance floated into the air.

Our test subject, whom we nicknamed Herbie, sniffed the canister, then promptly curled up and checked out.

“Lavender works like Ambien on the Herb-man,” Jason said.

We checked our watches. Again and again.

“Time’s up,” Jason said. “New aroma, please.”

Hannah made the swap. The new scent was grapefruit.

“Citrus oils are supposed to promote energy,” I said.

“He hasn’t expended much so far,” Jason said. “Come on, Herbie, kick it up for the g-fruit.”

Herbie and I were on the same page. I hadn’t slept well in days. My eyelids drooped, almost met.

Mistake. The room began spinning in a now familiar manner.

No! Not here!

SNAP.

Pain split my frontal lobe. Heat radiated from my chest to my limbs. My vision blurred.

I rubbed my temples, desperate to keep it together. Sweat dotted my forehead.

“Tory? You okay?” Hannah’s brow was furrowed.

Lame laugh. Talking was difficult. “Just post-flu fatigue.”

I rose, trying to stop the room from whirling. But my brain felt loose, as though slipped from its tether and floating free.

The scent of grapefruit became overpowering, bombarding my nose and tickling my throat.

Nausea threatened. No time for excuses. I had to haul ass.

As I began a fast break to the bathroom, movement flashed in the corner of my eye. Herbie was working out on his wheel.

My symptoms dissolved.

Suddenly, I saw nothing but gerbil.

I crouched beside the cage, eyes fixed on the little brown body chugging like mad. I could smell fur and wood chips and a secretion like musk.

A flood of saliva bathed my gums and tongue.

“Tor?” Jason placed a hand on my shoulder. “What’s wrong? You need to see the nurse?”

All my senses stayed focused on the rodent.

Who suddenly noticed me.

Something deep in Herbie’s brain screamed out a warning. Abandoning the wheel, he scampered to his nest.

My hand shot out, knocking the cage off kilter. Jason grabbed it before it crashed to the floor.

“Whoa! Tory, what are you doing?”

SNUP.

A cerebral door slammed shut.

The smells receded.

I shook my head, hoping to clear my thoughts.

Reality reasserted itself.

The class was staring, some openly, some pretending not to. Then the sniping began.

“Boat girl. Panic attack.” Madison’s whisper drew giggles from her entourage.

“She’s afraid of mice,” Ashley said. “They must have armies of mice on her dirty island.”!!!It’s a gerbil, you moron.

“She’s just a spazz,” said Courtney. “Little girls are like that.”

The Tripod laughed at their own wit.

My cheeks burned with humiliation.

The heat spread from my face to my brain, triggering a second bout of nausea. I covered my mouth. Too dizzy to run, I braced, waiting for my stomach to redecorate the floor.

Hannah came to my rescue. Clasping my hand, she wrapped a protective arm around my shoulders.

“Let’s splash some water on your face.”

I closed my eyes and let Hannah guide me. With each step I concentrated on not puking.

“Mrs. Davis?” Hannah called. “Tory is feeling faint. I’m going to help her to the ladies room.”

Without pausing, Hannah whisked me from the bio lab, up the corridor, and into a bathroom stall. She maintained a polite distance as I heaved and spat. At one point, she slipped a box of tissues under the door.

Eyes teary, nose running, I finally emerged.

Hannah waited by the sink, small bottle of mouthwash in hand.

“Better?” she asked.

“Much. I can’t thank you enough. I’d never have made it without you.”

“There’s nothing to thank.” Hannah patted my wrist. “You’re not well. Those girls are critical enough as it is. No need to give them a show.”

As I executed a quick swish and spit, Hannah plucked and offered more tissue.

“They don’t like me much, do they?” Blotting my chin.

“Don’t mind them. Jealousy brings out the worst in people.”

“Jealousy?” Hannah’s choice of noun shocked me.

“They don’t appreciate the attention Jason pays you.” She giggled. “They’d prefer you weren’t his favorite.”

Ugh. Jason was a tangle I’d yet to sort out. He was intrigued by me, but I was into Chance. Awkward. Double awkward. I doubted Hannah would be so nice if she knew I was infatuated with her boyfriend.

Hannah sensed my discomfort, though not its source. Thankfully.

“Ignore them,” she said. “Those three are narrow and petty and rarely meet anyone outside their own privileged circle. They’re dreadfully immature.”

“But not you. You’ve been great. And believe me, I appreciate it.” I hesitated. What the hell? “This year has been tough.”

“I hope I’m not like them!” Hannah laughed, flashing perfect teeth. “But it’s easier for me. I have Chance.”

“He seems very nice.” Neutral as Switzerland.

“We’re in love. Someday we’ll marry.” Again, the flawless pearly whites. “Chance and I are meant to be.”

“I’m happy for you both.” Most of me meant it. Ninety percent. Seventy-five.

The bell rang.

I made a few more dabs at my hands and face.

“How do I look?”

“Beautiful.” Hannah took my arm. “Let’s leave together. The terrible trio won’t start in again.”

We walked out side by side.

And smack into Jason and Chance.

“Tory, you all right?” Jason pushed off from the wall.

The day had already been too much. I couldn’t control my body, had no idea when it might betray me next. The last thing I needed right then was Jason Taylor.

Disengaging from Hannah with an arm-squeeze of thanks, I lowered my head and set off down the hall.

“I’m good! Thanks!”

I didn’t look up until I hit the nurse’s office.