Chastity tossed her phone on the couch. "Yeah, I didn't find anything either. I think that's kind of what they were hoping for."
“What else do you know about the Society?”
“I’ve just heard rumors. Some say that it’s a secret sex club at the top of a skyscraper.”
“One57?”
Chastity shrugged. “Other people claim that the Society rents out places to have wild sex parties. And some people even claim it’s an international organization. Really, the only thing that’s clear is that it’s super exclusive and super secretive.”
A lot of help that is."I need to call my doctor." Ihateddoctors. But the situation was dire. They could have given me Ebola. Blood could start pouring out of my orifices at any moment.Do people ever confuse Ebola with having their periods?I felt like I was going to be sick.
"Are you okay?" asked Chastity. "Oh no, do you think you're an orange? Whatever you do,do notpeel yourself." She jumped up and grabbed a coat out of the closet. "Where's the duct tape?"
"Why do you need duct tape?"
"I'm making an emergency straitjacket. Just sit tight..."
If I hadn't been freaking out about the Ebola coursing through my veins, I would have giggled at her unintentional pun."I'm not going to peel myself. I was just thinking about Ebola and periods."
"Oh thank God. I mean, that's a horrible comparison. But I'm glad you're not going to peel yourself."
"Right. Back to doctor calling." I looked down at my phone and was about to scroll through the contacts when I saw the time.7:30."Shit!"
"What's wrong now?" asked Chastity. She had found the duct tape and looked to be about halfway through making a definitely-not-functional straitjacket with my winter coat. "I promise your front teeth can't get cavities."
"I'm going to miss my stalk...spin class."
"Did you say stalk? Oh no. You think yourJack and the Bean Stalkfantasy is finally coming true. It's not. I repeat: do not climb out the window. There is no magic beanstalk." She frantically taped the second sleeve shut.
"Chastity, I appreciate your concern, but I'm fine. Some spinning is just what I need to clear my head."Really I need my stalker. I bet he would know exactly how to handle this situation. Especially since he was probably the one behind the injection. Dirty stalker. He was probably waiting for me toappear tonight at 8 o’clock so he could kidnap me. And the injection was some kind of slow-release sedative. God, he was seriously deranged. He was definitely going to cut me up into little pieces as soon as he got me back to his lair.
No. Bad fantasy.I tried again, convincing myself he could help me instead of hurt me. He probably had a private doctor at his beck and call. Or maybe he had a fancy medical pod like in those sci-fi movies. He'd just tell me to lie down in the pod and it would scan my body and know exactly what was wrong.
There was no time to daydream about that, though. I was going to be late! Just the thought of it made my front-tooth cavity flare-up.
I ran into my room and grabbed my gym bag. As I sprinted back towards the door, Chastity popped out from behind the sofa and tried to bag me like a nematode, but instead of a microfiber blanket like one would use in a traditional nematode bagging, she used her makeshift straitjacket. We rolled around on the ground. Somehow she managed to get both my arms into the sleeves. I laughed to myself, knowing that the tape wouldn't hold up against any amount of force. But my amusement came to an abrupt end when I tried to burst free and found that I was wrapped up tighter than Jason Momoa in size-small Spanx.
"Let me out!" I yelled.
"Can't do that," said Chastity as she wrapped more duct tape around me. "You'll thank me later."
I tensed my whole body and tried to get free. All it did was make me sweat.
"Oh no, you're turning all red. How do you feel?"
"Trapped."
Chastity grabbed her phone. It was still open to WebMD. "When you say trapped...do you mean tightness in your chest? That coupled with your excessive sweating might signal that you're having a heart attack."
"Or it might mean my best friend duct-taped me into a winter coat. And let's cool it with calling it 'excessive.' This is a perfectly normal amount of sweat." I glanced at the time on my DVR. 7:35.Shit shit shit! Triple shit!There was only one way I was going to make it on time. "Have I told you about the hot guy I always pass on the way to spin class?"
Chastity's eyes lit up.
Gotcha, bitch."He walks out of One57 every Tuesday and Thursday at 8 pm on the dot. If we leave now, we can still catch him."
"How hot are we talking? Like a classic New York ten, or...?"
"Picture if Zac Efron and Chris Hemsworth had a baby. I mean, don't picture the actual birth. Or the gay sex. Just picture the full-grown male result of their DNA combining."
