All In My Head (First Tracks Book 1)

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Author: Kristen James
that
around here.”
    And Nash?
    “None of your biz. And I’m staying home to rest and get
better.”
    Think that’ll get rid of me?
    “You say that like you wanna stay stuck in my head. So,
while I’m thinking about it, let’s start the day by going over our rules.”
    Yes, ma’am.
    He did not say that like he meant it at all.
    “You are NOT going in the bathroom with me. I don’t care
where you go, but I need my privacy.”
    He was quiet, and I got the very clear impression that he
was picturing our little shower scene. I forgot the other rules I wanted to go
over.
    Sighing, I finished the soup, snuggled down into my pillow
and willed myself to sleep, hoping to get back to my dreams. I spent the day in
bed, fading in and out of a wonderfully lazy half awareness. Jazz came in and
brought me juice, crackers, cheese, water and even chocolate pudding.
    Akkk. Good god, I hate pudding.
    Kristina stopped by, too, but by then Marcus had gotten
bored and wouldn’t stop talking. Kris didn’t stay too long. I probably acted
way too distracted.
    When I was alone again, I asked him, “Okay, here’s a
question, Marcus. Do you have someone special?”
    Uhh … I don’t think so.
    “How is it possible for you to know so much about yourself
but nothing about your life?” I laced my fingers behind my head and stared up
at the ceiling. That way, it was almost like talking to someone lying next to
me.
    I don’t get it either. I can picture hitting a 180, but nothing
comes to mind when I try to remember my last name, or where I work. I can’t
picture any friends, but I feel like I hang out with other people all the time.
Seems like I would miss them, especially a girlfriend or wife. Think I’m old
enough to be married?
    “Oh, gross.” I really hoped I didn’t have some married guy
in my head. I’m not sure why, but that made it worse. “I’m going to sleep now.”
     
    ***
     
    Avery, wake up. It’s light out. Let’s go for a run.  You’re
wasting the whole day.
    “Do you know who you’re talking to?” I asked into my pillow.
“I don’t run, and I really don’t get up this early. How on earth can you tell
it’s light outside from inside my head?”
    Dunno. Maybe you blinked in your sleep? Feels like dawn. And
it’s kinda gray here instead of dark.
    I rolled over and lifted up just enough to peek at my phone
on its charging stand … I had three hours till class, because I was going back
today.
    Plenty of time for a run! Get up!
    Groaning, I pulled my pillow over my face. Not only was it
the butt crack of dawn, but I’d stayed up way too late. Kristina had checked on
me the first time I started to drift off to sleep. Then I was trying to get
back to sleep but Marcus got restless and started asking all kinds of personal
questions. We’d chatted for a few hours, and I guess that wasn’t so bad. Having
someone inside my head meant we were skipping small talk and being completely
honest and real with each other. I actually hate small talk, gossip and all
that stupid stuff people waste their time on. It was, so far, the only thing
Marcus and I had in common.
    But, I still had a sore head and cramps.
    Tell you what. If you take me for a run, I’ll stay out of the
bathroom.
    I flew up in bed.
    “What the freaking hell? Are you aware that, one, you’re not
a dog that needs taken for a run, and two, you should stay out of the bathroom
out of basic human decency.”
    So what am I supposed to do while you’re in the shower?
    I cursed him and slid my feet to the floor. It didn’t look
too rainy outside, but I didn’t have anything to run in.
    Yeah, look over there. Running shoes.
    “Those are for the gym.”
    And running. And there’s shorts on that box thing. Come on. I
need it. You do too.
    I wasn’t sure I was able, so soon after my concussion. I
rubbed my head and ran my fingers through my hair, yawning.
    If you can do this, you can do anything.
     “Did you read that off a cereal box?”
    Can’t you
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