"Yeah."

"Okay, let me get you an ibuprofen and a pillow so you can lay down. I'll dim the lights so they don't make your headache worse," the school nurse says as she dims the lights just enough that you can still see but it won't make a headache worse.

"Thanks, nurse..."

"Margrit," She smiles, "Oh, hello Tyler. What can I do for you?"

"Just here to check on my friend," he says smiling as he shoves his hands into his pockets.

"Okay, PG," Margrit says pointing at Tyler.

"Heh, I'm not her type." 

"Why?" Margrit smiles confusedly.

"He's a guy." Jasmine deadpans.

Margrit smiles, "He has a beautiful sister, and you are most definitely her type."

"I know," Jasmine mumbles before swinging her legs onto the table. Tyler smiles nodding a goodbye as Margrit walks out of the room to retrieve a pillow for Jasmine.

"What's really wrong?" Tyler asks sauntering over to the table. 

"What makes you think I don't have a headache."

"The look on your face. I know that look on your face far more than I would like. And it sure as hell has nothing to do with a headache at least not one that can be cured with ibuprofen, dimmed lights, and some shut-eye," Tyler says pointing to the lights.

"Then you should know to leave it alone," Jasmine says through gritted teeth. Tyler's laugh finally coaxes her into rolling over to face him. "What's so funny?"

"We both know that only makes it worse." Tyler smiles walking over to the table next to Jasmine's, "It took me a while...To tell them. But now...it feels so much better, you know just talking about it," Tyler says clasping his hands over his stomach, and staring up at the ceiling.

"I don't do therapists." Jasmine groans as she rolls onto her back.

"Never said I talked to a therapist. They tried to get me to but therapy wasn't for me. Not saying you shouldn't go but everybody does things at their own pace, Ya know? I only just started to go...to a therapist. Took me...three years." When Jasmine didn't say anything he took that as his cue to continue. "When you threw up it was anxiety, right? I hate that shit."

"Does it usually take her this long to get a pillow?" 

"No. But to be fair I slipped her a five to wait a bit before she came back in." Tyler smiles, happy to turn and see Jasmine smiling too. 

"Don't tell her, please."

"Who? My mom or my sister?"

"Both," Jasmine says rubbing her hands over her face.

"I can't promise that," Tyler says the smile disappearing off his face as if someone had died, "If you....it gets bad I', gonna tell them-"

"I wouldn't expect any less," Jasmine sighed. They lay silent for a moment before Jasmine spoke up, "I'll tell your mom. Although she probably already knows, it's in my file." Tyler sat up quickly, surprise evident on his face, "I don't like lying. It's different if you're hiding it from your parents so they don't worry or whatever but when it's a social service worker who you don't know I find no need to lie. He asked I answered, that simple." Tyler nodded with a smile.

"Hey, heard you went to the nurse's office," Taylor says walking up behind Jasmine. 

"From who? Your brother?" Jasmine asks clearly irritated.

"No, some girl in my biology class- Are you okay?" Taylor asks stepping in front of the onyx-haired girl.

"I'm fine. Your Mom's here," Jasmine nods towards a car stopping just in front of them. Jasmine tries to walk around Taylor but the blonde blocks her. "What?"

"Your lying-"

"No. No, I'm not, will you please move-"

"No," the blonde states firmly as she crosses her arms, "Not until you tell me what's wrong."

"Fine. I had a bad day-"

"What kind of a bad day? Anxiety, depression-"

"Does it matter?" Jasmine yells getting the attention of everyone around them including Mrs. Anderson who quickly jumps out of the car and rushes toward the girls.

"What's wrong? Why are you two fighting?"

"She won't tell me what's wrong," Taylor snarls throwing her hand up toward Jasmine.

"Honey, she has a right-"

"What? To me? If she didn't want to tell me, fine. But  she doesn't have to lie to me-"

"I hit a low. Okay? I'm depressed. Are you happy now that everyone in school knows?" Jasmine says through gritted teeth, inches from Taylor. The anger is like fire in her veins, burning her from the inside out and the tear that slowly makes its way down Taylor's cheek is like freezing water rushing her veins pushing her to react and not just stand there, to do something to fix what she's done. Before she knows what she was doing she dropped her bag and pulled Taylor into a hug. "I'm sorry-" Before she can even finish apologizing Taylor is beating her to the punch, her apology is hard to hear through her sobbing but Jasmine hears it and she doesn't know what to do. For the first time in her life, she freezes. All she can do is hold Taylor as Mrs. Anderson gently hurds them to the car and Tyler follows picking up Jasmine's bag before following them into the car.