Denial of the Fittest
Blair Warner wasn’t going to throw up. She had been tossing and turning for hours, trying to ignore the sickly feeling that was building as the time passed. She hated vomiting. Surely, she thought, Countess Calvet never vomited. It was unbecoming and humiliating. She thought of the word barf and shuddered. No, it most certainly wasn’t ladylike at all, and she wasn’t going to do it. She took a deep breath and stared up at the ceiling of the bedroom that she shared with her schoolmates. Her eyes fell toward Jo, sleeping soundly in the bed next to her, snoring slightly (although she’d deny it if told). She looked cute, actually (although Blair would deny it if asked). She was wearing her favorite pinstripe pajamas and had her arms up by her face. Her ponytailed hair managed to drift across her closed eyes. Jo , she thought, has the sharpest green eyes. Blair felt her nausea reach its ultimate peak and her heart began to quicken along with it. The last time she had been...