Room 417, Sunday night

Jaye's feeling okay enough by Sunday night that she could probably drag herself in to classes tomorrow. (Dammit.) And since she can do that, she should probably do that other thing she's been avoiding.

She'll still wait for Alec to make the first move in this friends thing, because even if she doesn't doubt his sincerity, the last guy who still wanted to be friends never talked to her again when he didn't feel guilty anymore, so she might have an issue or two. Either way, it doesn't make a yes an easy answer. So she makes a phone call which is a yes with a but, and can now go to sleep. Again.

Freaking germs.