WIPpet Wednesday: The Sister

Happy Wednesday! I’m pretty excited because I actually wrote real words this week. I have a short story project going for an open call, so I can’t share the details, but I’m pleased with the results so far.

Meanwhile, I just finished reading BrewGirl by Eliza David. I loved this book so much. It’s the first book in ages I’ve bought just for fun and not because someone asked me to review it. A good time was had by all, and it’s on the top of my favorites list.

On to the WIPpet for this week. In case you missed it, I’ve been posting bits from the novel-in-edits about Cat. I could write about him forever. Anyway, he’s now dealing with the uncomfortable reality that he can’t pretend his hemophilia doesn’t exist, not even for his birthday. Here, he’s gone home to get his meds after having sex for the first time with his sort-of boyfriend.

WIPmath: 3/23/2016 = 16 – (3 + 2 + 3) + 2 + 0 = 10 paragraphs

Less than twenty minutes later, Zee showed up in his parents’ car, and Cat and Bryce piled in. Their friend Ezra was already in the front seat. Once they got to Cat’s house, he tore inside and stopped short. LR was sitting on the couch, doing her homework. Two of her friends were sprawled on the floor, engaged in the same activity. She looked up when he came in.

“What are you doing here?” she demanded. “Mom said you were going to be at Zee’s house with the guys tonight.”

“So that’s why you have them here.” He pointed to the other girls.

“Well, yeah. We’re finishing up some stuff and then we were supposed to have the whole house to ourselves.” She glared at him.

He rolled his eyes. “Only you would do homework on a Friday, Libertee.” He emphasized her real name to annoy her, and he was rewarded with her scowl. “I came to get some stuff I forgot.” He stomped up the stairs to his room.

Now what was he supposed to do? If he stayed long enough to take his meds, LR would know and tell their parents, or she would ask him why. Maybe he could do it back at Zee’s house. He snarled, thinking what a pain sex was and how maybe he wouldn’t ever do it again if it was going to be this much trouble.

That stopped him in his tracks. No, it had felt incredibly good, and if he had the chance, he would do it over and over. He grabbed the pills he took to boost the effect of his infusions and swallowed them hastily with a bit of water from the bottle he kept on his night stand. He shoved everything else into his bag and ran down the stairs. Calling a goodbye to his sister and her friends, he blew through the door and slammed it on his way out, barely registering the girls’ protests behind him. He leaped into Zee’s car.

“Drive,” he said.

“Did you infuse?” Bryce asked, confused.

“No. Had to dodge The Sister and her minions. I’ll do it at Zee’s house.”

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