At noon, the cramps continued to be merciless and I was f*****g sick and tired of it.
By the time the professor was halfway through his lecture on international relations, I was chewing on my lower lip so hard I was sure it would bleed. My notebook lay open in front of me, but the lines blurred and danced together, the words refusing to settle into meaning. Every few seconds, a sharp twist of pain rippled through my stomach like someone was wringing my insides.
“Damn it,” I muttered under my breath, clutching my pen so hard my knuckles whitened.
“Sky, you okay?” Amy, a quiet girl in class, whispered from the seat beside me, her bushy brows pulled together in concern.
I forced a smile and spoke without turning to her. “Yeah. Just… you know. Girl stuff.”
Her expression softened with in
