By: Forlay
Chapter Three - Planning
"So Heather found you right when you were in one
of your post-psycho-fight depressions?" Ed asked Gaia over the phone that
evening. "I've told you before you shouldn't go into crazy fights alone."
"So I should have let those guys mug that woman,
or worse?"
"You could have called the cops."
"You know how long it can take the cops to show
up. That woman could have been dead before the cops even got into their
squad cars."
"So what did you do to Heather?"
"I didn't do anything, I could hardly sit
up. We just argued for a few minutes."
"What did you two say?"
"She said some shit about her stabbing, I asked
why I should have done more than she expected of me. She said I should
live up to my potential, and when I asked what if all the potential I had
was giving her a good ass kicking, she simply answered 'There's always
more than you think.' "
"Sounds like something she got from a fortune cookie."
"Wouldn't surprise me. She's too shallow to come
up with anything on her own."
"You don't know that, Gaia. There's a lot more to
her than what she lets on."
"Sorry, I forgot I was talking to the expert."
"I really don't understand why you two hate eachother
so much. I've never seen two people act more antagonistic to eachother."
"We were enemies in a past life and it's carried
over into this one," Gaia suggested.
"So in other words you don't have a reason either?"
"I spilled coffee on her one day and she's hated
me ever since. I only have to breathe to piss her off."
"Well, there is the whole going after her boyfriend
thing...."
"That wasn't intentional. Sam was the one who broke
it off with Heather."
"And you were the catalyst."
"What is it with you and your vocabulary assignment
words tonight?" Gaia asked abruptly.
"Just finished doing the homework," Ed explained,
"but that's beside the point. I think you two could get along -"
"If she wasn't such a bitch, maybe, but people like
Heather don't let go of grudges easily. Maybe we'll have to try again in
the next life."
"Just do me a favor and don't shorten her life to
speed up your reunion."
"I'll try."
Heather twirled the phone cord in her fingers. "I don't know," she admitted.
"You aren't giving up already, are you?"
"I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
"I think you need to meet her out in public, so she can't try and kill you."
"She'll only continue her tough bitch act in front of other people."
"So long as it isn't Ed and she isn't feeling threatened she might drop it."
"Feeling threatened?"
"You can be pretty imposing, Heather."
"Since when did you get so good at analyzing people?"
Megan laughed. "I didn't totally slap through my psychology class last semester."
"So you think I threaten her."
"Yeah. So get her to meet you in neutral territory and you can talk. It'll be a step in the right direction."
"She hates me. She tried to get me killed once. She'd never agree to meet me."
"Didn't Sam give you the password to his e-mail account once?"
"Yeah? So?"
"So go in there and pretend to be him, she'd gladly go out to meet him."
Heather frowned. The plan was sound, but she didn't like to be reminded of the fact Gaia had stolen Sam from her. "I'll try it. I'll go do it right now, actually. I'll talk to you later."
"Good luck!"
"Whatever."
From: smoon@alloymail.com
To: gaia13@alloymail.com
Time: 10:37 P.M.
Re: Meet me?
Gaia,
Hey, I've got a free afternoon tomorrow. No lab,
no classes and a relatively light homework load. Want to meet me at the
cafe next to the donut shop down the street from your school? I know you'd
prefer the donut shop, but that's not exactly the most relaxing of places.
-Sam
From: gaia13@alloymail.com
To: smoon@alloymail.com
Time: 11:01 P.M.
Re: I'll be there.
Subject line says it all.
-Gaia