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“Wanna talk about it?”
“Fuck, no.”
“Alcohol and chick flicks in your room? We could order take out?”
“Fuck yeah. Just do me a favour, okay?”
“Anything.”
“Don’t mention that dick’s name for a long time.”
“You have my word.”
“Thanks.”
“I might forgo the alcohol in favour of chocolate actually. Chocolate and carbs. I never even want to hear the word Tequila ever again.”
Lou laughs, and I’m glad it’s pulled her out of the angry funk she seems to have fallen into since seeing Saint. There’s clearly history and a story there – a little of which I was able to glean from their short conversation back at the bar – but I’ll respect her wishes by not asking anything and letting it go. So long as she’s okay, that’s all that matters.
I never knew her dad was dead though. Like mine. I can’t help but wonder if she still has her mum.I miss my mum.
I shut those thoughts down fast.
I’m almost jogging to keep pace with Lou’s angry marching, and we make it back to her dorm in no time at all. She grabs the snacks from the kitchen, and I find the take out menus. Pizza is at the top of the pile and it makes my stomach churn even more violently than the tequila did.
“What do you fancy?” Lou asks. “Pizza?”
“Please no. Anything but pizza.” I gag and she laughs.
“Alright. Chinese it is then. Come on, let’s take this to my room and we can order from there.”
“Don’t you want to tell the others we’re getting a take away?”
“Politely, fuck no. I don’t want to have to share and sure as shit don’t want company – besides you duh – is that okay?”
“Of course.” I get it. I may not know why she’s freaking out, but I recognise the signs, and I’m here to support her. “Let’s go choose the films.”
It doesn’t matter what we watch. I doubt either of us is going to be paying it much attention. Going to Church wasn’t the distraction I was hoping it would be, and my day of drinking my problems into oblivion has been curtailed by my inability to keep anything down, so it’s time for plan B: getting lost in my head and spiralling. Or plotting revenge. Maybe both. I’ve not decided yet.
Father arranged for the Kellys and the Montgomerys to come round for dinner. We were fed early and sent off to play, and Father forbade me from mentioning the guns to Kaiden and Zie.
I kind of want to brag about being able to shoot a gun, even though I’m ashamed of being made to kill things.
We played together and it was alright. Zie isn’t a baby like I first thought. He’s alright. If my father wasn’t pushing so hard for us to be friends, I might have chosen to play with him anyway.
This week has been fucking torture. Odi is ignoring my calls and my messages. I think she might have gotten a new phone. And all of my attempts to see her at Lou’s dorm have failed. I don’t know what she’s told the girls, but all of them – even easy going, soft Jess – are refusing to let me anywhere near her and are glaring daggers at me every time I knock on their door and try.
I do know that she’s staying in though. She’s not left the flat at all, not even to go to class. Which normally I’d be pleased about, but the text I just got has left me reeling.
I stare down at the screen again, wondering if I blink if the words will magically rearrange themselves into something else.
Heracles: Do not make me regret telling you this. Odi’s planning to drop out of Trinity and move. She’s been looking at jobs in nearby towns. She wants my help finding a flat and somewhere safe to go. I don’t know what the three of you assholes have done to her this time, but this has to stop. She’s putting her life in danger with this stupid scheme of hers, and worse, she doesn’t seem to care. Sort it out.
I’m still trying to process what the fuck is going on when a second message comes through.
Steph: Odi’s sick. Her and Lou are trying to hide it but I’m really worried about her. I don’t want to call the campus doctor for obvious *reasons*
What should I do?
