Chapter 8: Shauntal (Forgive Not Forget)
Yes! After our little stunt, Touko and I are released from the hospital a day early. Touko waltzes out of the hospital after promising to visit, and I flip open my cell-phone outside in Nimbassa City.
"Hello?" Marshal picks up on the other end.
"Marshal. Hey. I need a lift." I tell him.
I can practically feel him smile through the phone.
"Sure thing. Be there in five. Oh, would you hold on a sec?" He asks nicely.
"Sure." I say.
He must put the phone down on a desk because everything becomes really muffled. I hear yelling, and the conversation goes something like this.
"Yes, I think it's a good idea. No, I'm not going to just leave her there. We'll talk when I get back, okay, Caitlin." Marshal yells to the person in another room. "Hey, back. Sorry. I'll be there soon."
"K." I answer, and click the 'end call' button on my cell-phone.
It goes black, and I use it as a mirror. I flip my hair, and notice a small, red line flash beneath my long, dark, purple bangs. Mother fuck! I push my bangs up onto my head and hold them there. Underneath them, well concealed, is a thin, puckering red scar. I allow my bangs to flop back down, and I arrange them to conceal my scar. I sulk on the wall of the hospital until Marshal arrives on the back of a Sigilyph.
"Shauntal, hop on!" He cries.
I run over, but as I am about to climb on, Marshal orders the Sigilyph to fly out of my reach. He repeatedly taunts me until I cross my arms.
"Come on, just jump already." He taunts.
"Marshal, I should still be in the hospital, and if you don't let me get on the freaking Pokemon, and I fall jumping, I could get another concussion. You don't want me to get concussed, do you?" I ask sweetly.
He sighs, realizing the logic of this statement, and allows me to mount the Pokemon.
"I didn't know you had caught a Sigilyph." I tell him.
"It's not mine. Caitlin lent it to me." He answers.
"So, what did you black-mail her with?" I ask, hoping to catch him off-guard.
"Nothing. She lent it to me out of the goodness of her heart." He replies, shocked.
"Well, Caitlin doesn't really have a heart when it comes to me." I tell him.
"I've noticed," He solemnly says, "And I'm really sorry about the whole book spat."
"Oh, Marshal, I forgive you." I say hugging him.
"Great the others-" He starts, but I cut him off.
"I never said I forgave the other two." I grimace.
We arrive back at our building, and Marshal recalls Sigilyph to its Pokeball.
"Hey! We're back." Marshal calls out to no response.
We enter Caitlin's overly girly room, and see her and Grimsley discussing a flyer.
"And it will be really fun." Caitlin begs.
"We're back." I call obnoxiously.
The look on Caitlin's face says that she would rather I get another concussion, so I just smile sweetly at her.
"Great, we were just finishing up our discussion." Grimsley says smoothly, like he wasn't gunning me down the last time he saw me.
"Oh yeah, the Halloween Howl!" Marshal cries, and does a, well, rather lame impression of a were-wolf howl.
I must look really confused because Marshal further explains,
"It's a halloween party that one of Caitlin's friends is hosting. We're all going. I'm gonna be a were-wolf, Grimsley's gonna be a vampire, and Caitlin's gonna be a devil."
"Well, that shouldn't take too much work." I say candidly.
Caitlin ignores me, and speaks anyways.
"So, we're all going to have to get costumes really, really soon." She bubbles.
The discussion disbands, and I turn to leave. I know exactly what I'm going to be. I'm going to be an angel. As I turn to leave, Grimsley grabs my shoulder. I stiffly turn to face him.
"Shauntal, I'm really sorry-" He tries to say before I interject,
"Save it." I hiss, and storm off.
I love him, but I hate him, and he definitely has something to prove.
