“How did you know I needed this?”Mallory looked down. “Let’s say you’re not the first person Valerie’s tried to break in half. I missed a ...hole day of class last year.” The odd pair shared a pass of awkward silence, then Mallory’s eyes returned to Daphne’s grateful smile. She leaned her face closer and made a face. “Ew… you fucking smell like her.”“Don’t remind me.” Daphne rolled her eyes. “I fought all last night to puke on myself. I didn’t think I could make it to the shower.”“Oh, no.”. Oh yeah, and I pulled my second hernia the week before, or as I like to call it "literally busting a gut". I'm a joker when it comes to my physical problems. But seriously, I'd have rather had a freckly face than the huge, painful, embarrassing pustules known as cystic acne that I had only a few months earlier. I had mild acne since second grade, and full-blown acne since about fifth grade. That's right, I was an Irish boy on the outside, but I had 7 other backgrounds in my blood. The British. ”Ashley: “Michael, I’ve seen him around but I’ve never actually talked to him.”Samantha: “Well girl if you want some big meat then you need Michael.”My leg started to fall asleep as I squatted in my hiding place. Anybody walking in right now would find out about me eavesdropping on this entire conversation. Luckily no one really came through here which might be why this conversation was being held here.I really didn’t mean to listen in on this conversation, I just happened to wander in here. ‘It’s good to see you smile and laugh again,’ he murmured. Ayla smiled again. ‘I have to get to work soon, will you be okay on your own?’ Shane wanted to know. ‘I’ll be fine,’ Ayla promised. ‘I’m sorry for worrying you,’ she added. ‘Don’t apologize for being upset,’ Shane told her with a kind smile. He finished the last few bites on his plate and carried his plate into the kitchen. ‘I’ll clean up,’ Ayla offered. ‘Then, Carly, Rachel and Abby are coming over to watch a movie,’ she told him..