#Chapter 33: The Meetup

Nina The next day, I ran home after my classes and changed into the most nondescript outfit I could come up with for my meeting with K: a plain black hoodie, baggy black jeans, a plain black hat that I tucked my hair into, sunglasses, and a surgical mask. “Geez,” Lori said from the couch as I stepped out of my room. “Trying to hide from the paparazzi?” I realized how ridiculous I probably looked, but I had already prepared an excuse in the event of being seen like this. “I have to go to Planned Parenthood,” I said. Lori’s eyes widened. “You’re not… pregnant, are you?” she whispered. I shook my head. “No, just a regular checkup. But last time I went there were these crazy religious people outside who were ranting about how I was going to hell even though I was just there to get treated for a UTI, so I like to play it safe from now on.” “That’s fair,” Lori replied, returning to her book. Satisfied with my excuse, I left the dorms and headed