Chapter Thirty-Eight
For the past three days straight I've been able to fully ignore his presence; which is an accomplishment, since I almost started yelling at him last night during dinner when he kept asking me to get him things like ketchup and the bowl of chicken wings. All I did was talk to Mellany who kept sending me weird looks all throughout dinner. I still haven't told her about the truce being officially over.
Up until now nobody has come up to me to give me the talk about my arm or anything like that; which makes me wonder if he didn't tell them so I could keep doing it, until I really do die. I don't even know why he hates me so much.
The door opened and I looked up from my bed and looked up to find Mellany closing the door; she walked up to my bed and sat down facing me. I held in a sigh; by the look of her face, she wants to talk about him.
"Rit, what happened three days ago?"
I shrugged, "I don't know."
"Come on Rit, everyone was fine and now everything between you and Bill is tense again."
"Bill?" I questioned faking confusion, "Who's Bill?"
Mellany gave me a look of disbelief and shook her head saying, "Don't play stupid. Tell me what happened."
"Nothing happened," I replied.
Actually, more than one thing happened that night; that night I added onto my canvas, with a pen cap; I couldn't find a single bloody razor in their washroom, I guess they have yet to hit puberty. I snorted softly to myself; I couldn't find a bloody razor--how ironic.
"I give up!" Mellany exclaimed, suddenly standing up, "If you won't tell me anything, then screw you."
My eyes widened as she stomped out of the room, shutting the door with some force. I rubbed my eyes that were swimming with tears and sighed ruefully. I remember Priscilla doing and saying the same things before when I wouldn't tell her about her stupid boyfriend. God, if I see that ass again--I'll kill him.
"Why the hell am I in bed when it's not even--" I turned to the digital clock and stated, "Ten at night."
And there I go talking to myself; one sign of insanity. I pushed myself of my bed--wincing when my weight went down my left arm--I use only my right arm next time. I sighed, and pulled the hair tie out and ran my fingers through my hair before tying my hair back again.
I sat down cross-legged on the wooden floor and grabbed my old vans and slipped them on before standing up again; they were too far back to reach with my feet. I turned around, walked over to the closet and took out my black hoodie. I put it on and left the room; I must be having so much luck today! Why does everyone choose to hang out in this apartment?
"Where you going?" Tom stated from the sofa.
I turned to him and rolled my eyes when I saw him drinking from a beer bottle; honestly, doesn't beer taste like piss? It looks like it.
"I'm going out for a walk; it smells like piss in here," I replied.
"WAS?" Georg and Gustav stated in unison.
I snorted, before giving a small wave; then I walked out of the apartment and down the hallway to the exit where the stairs are. I don't feel like spending time in an elevator, which can break down at any minute.
Nine minutes later I exited the building and started walking down the path to the sidewalk; where the hell am I going to go? All there is are buildings, buildings, and even taller buildings; not my kind of walk. I'd rather walk in the dark, with the rain pouring down, surrounded by almost no buildings.
This is so me. My voice is so sexy. The name's Tom.
"What the fuck?" I stated out loud.
This is so me. My voice is so sexy. The name's Tom. This is so me. My voice is so sexy. The name's Tom. This is so me. My voice is so sexy. The name's Tom. Dude answer the phone dipshit! This is so me. My voi--
I stopped walking and slapped my forehead; how stupid am I? I reached into my hoodie's pocket and pulled out my new phone; that Tom brought for me two days ago; hence the gay ring tune.
I flipped open the phone, brought it to my ear and stated, "Hello?"
"Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"
"Sorry, I don't speak to pirates," I stated, before hanging up. It's Tom, obviously.
I held the phone in my hand and started walking again; I wonder how lo--
This is so me. My voice is so sexy.
I answered the phone with a quick, "Hello?"
"R! You should have seen your reaction when I first called you!"
Bingo! I guessed right. "What are you talking about?"
"Turn around dipshit."
"Don't call me a dipshit, you dipshit," I retorted, doing as he stated.
I looked around and saw nothing--okay, what the hell was the point of that? "What am I supposed to be looking for?"
I heard Tom laugh before he stated, "Look in the street next to you."
I turned and looked at the street to find Tom jaywalking towards me; I shook my head and shut the phone before calling out, "Yo! Dipshit! Don't try to be cool crossing like a fool."
Tom started laughing and put his hand in his pants pocket; to put his phone away--I guess. He walked in front of me and stated, "Trying to be gangster?"
I snorted, "No."
"Then what was that?"
I shrugged; honestly, I do not know.
"Well whatever, don't try that again; let's go."
I looked up at Tom and stated, "Go where?"
"To a strip club."
"Nein danke!" I exclaimed, "I'm going to the apartment."
"I was joking! Don't be such a tightass," Tom stated.
"Alright, then where are we going?"
"To a park?"
"Brilliant."
Tom laughed and started to walk away; does he even know where a park is? Oh well, if we get lost he'll be the one to blame; and with that I started to follow him.
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