MONDAY. 9:45 AM
I fiddle with the little bottle for some seconds, "Oh no," I nervously laugh. "It's fine."
"No, it's not. Take the drugs now." He insists.
"It's fine, really. It's totally fine."
"Kinsley," He calls my name slowly. "Take the drugs, I promise you it's not going to hurt."
I stare blankly at him. Damn! He's so cute and nice; telling me it won't hurt when I take the drugs. But one thing I've learnt; you should never take a drug when nothing's wrong with you.
"Seriously, I am fine. There's really no need."
He stands up from his seat and I lift my head up to gaze at him. "Kinsley you should take it, your leg hurts."
This is a major problem.
I can't exactly say my leg is hurt because it's not hurt and also because he'd make me take the drugs which I shouldn't. I also can't say my leg is fine because I previously said my leg is not fine and I'll become the liar I probably am.
"Don't worry. it's okay."
He chuckles lightly, "Gosh Kinsley, are you scared or what?"
