Chapter 1
The Next Year
Cassiel
I began my senior year the same way I began my junior year at Spenser, with no friends and, of course, no roommate.
More like, I had alienated my boyfriend thus alienating my circle of friends because they were his friends first. I didn't have a roommate because my rich parents thought it would be detrimental to my learning experience and my education if I were distracted.
I was distracted last year, just not by my non-existent roommate.
Reid
I stared at her but I knew she wouldn't look around. She never does. It was like I never even existed to her. Like we hadn't been together for five months, give or take a few days.
I knew I should never trust girls. I should have never broken my own rules. I should have never danced with her. I should have never spent the nights with her. I should have never told her she mattered or that I cared about her.
God, now I sounded like Tyler when he broke up with his last girlfriend. I glanced to my left to see Tyler trying to get my attention.
"What?" I hissed.
He tossed a folded piece of paper to me.
I unfolded the paper and it read:
Caleb is going to pick us up for lunch. Meet me, at noon, at the has to talk to us about something important. He sounded urgent.
Sincerely,
Tyler Simms
I wrote back:
Okay, first of all, I know it's from you, Tyler, so you don't have to sign it, you dumb-ass. Secondly, I don't care what Caleb, our Slave Driver, has to say, I'm am not joining you on your gay lunch date. I have more important things to do, like jump off a cliff or slit my wrists.
Sincerely,
Your concerned friend, Reid.(Concerned about you, and whether or not you took your medication this morning)
I folded it back up and threw it at his head. It bounced off his adorable tower of hair and fell onto his desk. I watched him read it with his brow furrowed. A minute later, he threw it back.
Caleb sounded serious. We should really go. Why would you want to slit your wrists?
Sincerely,
Tyler Sims (I don't take medication.)
I shook my head, and begin writing.
It's Caleb, he always sounds serious even when he's joking which is NEVER! And what's this crap about "we" should meet him, you can do whatever you want, you're not attached to me.
I tossed back, a little more violently than necessary but I was in a bad mood now coupled with a horrible headache.
Tyler read it again and wrote again, though it didn't take as long as the first two. The paper sailed through the air again. I caught it.
Reid it's about Cassiel. He thinks something is going to happen to her.
My headache intensified.
See you at noon.
