Chapter II: Inhuman and Irrational
Max brought home the papers today.
I signed them, just like she asked.
She wants me to move out, she says she paid for most of the house anyways.
I know she's right, but I didn't say that.
Iggy called, but Max got the phone first, and she took it into her bedroom and they talked for nearly an hour. Actually, fifty-seven minutes and nineteen seconds. I counted. I even started to play a drinking game. Every time she checked to see if the door was closed, I took a shot. I got drunk pretty fast.
She says I drink too much.
I told her she talks too much.
She handed me the phone, and walked away.
Now Iggy wants me to move in with him.
I think I want to too. The house isn't mine anymore, it's hers. I tell him so.
He laughs awkwardly, then asks me when I can.
I tell him maybe this weekend.
He says that would be good.
I say hmm, and he says the same.
We say goodbye and hang up.
I'm starting to think Iggy's my mother. Probably better than my mother was, probably better than she is. Iggy would make a good mother, really. If he wasn't a dude. But he's too nice to be a dad. Maybe he takes hormones and I just don't know it.
No, that's irrational.
That's the word the doctors used. They say I have irrational though patterns. I told them I thought so too. But inside I wonder if they're just telling me that so they can go to sleep at night. I think so.
No, that's irrational too.
Max likes to tell me how irrational I am. She has another word too, inhuman. She likes that word a lot. That and the name "Mike".
She's always talking about her boss. The principal at her school. Mike. She talks to him on the phone a lot too. I think she's having an affair.
But I can hear her voice in my head. That's irrational. I'm being inhuman.
I take a shot, she's talking to Mike again, and she just checked the door.
You know what? Fuck her.
