"And they say I'm scary," I whisper to break the silence that had surrounded us for a good two minutes.
"It's late," Vi says.

And that's all she says for the next hour that I spend changing into my pyjamas, having a cereal bar for dinner, taking my meds, flipping pages in my psychology book and reading the notes that Olivia brought me.
Vi's sitting in a love chair across from the sofa staring into nothingness.

"Still think that was such a good idea?", I ask, turning over a page in my book.
"She hates me," Vi whispers.
"She would've kicked us out if she did. If you ask me, she likes you a bit too much."

Vi's face lightens up a bit. I put the notes and the book down.

"What times is it?", I ask.
"Midnight. We should get some sleep. Especially you. College and such."

I sigh. I'm not looking forward to going back to college. But on the plus side, I'm going to see Olivia again...
Vi hands me a blanket and gets one for herself.

"I'll sleep in the chair. Just... wake me if you have a nightmare or something."

Thanks, sis, but I think I'll let you sleep. I feel like I've bothered you enough today.

I spend most of the night staring at the ceiling and in a weird half-asleep, half-awake state. Usually the meds I take in the evening knock me out completely, but tonight I just can't sleep. I'm just about to finally fall asleep when the alarm goes off.

"Ow...", I hear Vi mutter, "This chair is a lot less comfortable than it looks... And how'd you sleep?"
"I didn't," I say, yawning.

I sit up, reaching for my bag and pulling out some clothes that I had packed yesterday evening, as well another cereal bar, which serves as my breakfast.

"You know we have food here, right?", Vi says.
"I'm trying to inconvenience Caitlyn as little as I can," I mutter.

Just as I say that, she comes walking down the stairs, already fully dressed. She doesn't look at me, treats me as though I don't exist. She takes a cupcake from the kitchen counter, then looks at Vi, still ignoring me.

"There was a break in at Golver Street last night. Please review the evidence when you get to the office," she says.
"O-okay..."

Without another word, the sheriff of Piltover leaves the house.

"Is it just me or is it cold in here?", I say.
"Fuck you," Vi responds, "Take your meds and get dressed so we can get going."

I do as I'm told, and within ten minutes, we're sitting in Vi's car, on the way to college.

"I owe Caitlyn my life. Literally. She saved me," I mutter after several minutes of silence.
"Well, technically, if you wanna go really deep, your rapist saved your life," Vi responds.

That's a horrible thought. But it's true. If he hadn't raped me, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant, which means I never would've had a miscarriage that caused Caitlyn to feel sorry for me. But then again, if he hadn't raped me, I wouldn't have snapped.
But... considering what I've been through, I probably would have snapped sooner or later anyway.

"I should probably thank her."
"That's the worst idea you ever had. Just leave it be, she regrets saving your life that day. She's told me several times."
"Well that's comforting."
"What did you expect? Do you know how much it cost the city to rebuild what you destroyed? Not to mention all the lives you destroyed, no amount of money will ever fix that."
"Could you not... mention that over and over again, please?"
"... sorry," Vi mutters under her breath as she stops the car, "There. I'll pick you up again when your classes are over."

I nod and grab my bag.

"Oh and... call me this time if you leave earlier," Vi says right before I close the car door.

I stay still for a moment.

"Will do," I say, closing the car door.

I watch her drive off. Is this it? Is this the beginning of us fixing our relationship?

"Hey there!"

I turn around to see Olivia standing in front of me, smiling, as always.

"How's your hand?"
"Good, thanks again," I say, smiling back.

I'm not going to tell her that I was admitted to the hospital right after leaving her apartment. She doesn't need to know.
We walk to class together. My professor, despite looking a bit surprised to see me there, doesn't say anything. Which I'm glad about.
Class goes by without any... incidents. Mostly boring, really. Most of what they're talking about, I already knew.

Olivia and I grab coffee together during lunch, sitting down at a more secluded area of the cafeteria this time. I guess she has a vague idea of what caused my panic attack yesterday.

I feared things would be awkward between us after what happened yesterday, but they aren't. Olivia acts like it never happened. And while knowing that she is attracted to me gives me a warm, fuzzy feeling, I'm thankful I don't have to explain to her why I just up and left after we kissed. I wouldn't know where to start.

… I swear I'm going to tell her the truth eventually. Just... not now.

Once classes are over, Olivia and I walk to the parking lot together. I spot Vi's car, and just as I'm about to tell Olivia 'See you later', she stops me dead in my tracks by saying something I absolutely did not expect.

"You know... when you're not suffering an anxiety attack or breaking your hand, we should go somewhere together sometime."

I stare at her, completely dumbfounded. Is she asking me out on a fucking date? I think something inside me just exploded.

"Are you asking me out?", I ask before I can stop myself.

She laughs.

"Yeah, I think that's what they call that."

I stutter, mumble something not even I can understand. Shit, Jinx, you have no idea how dating works. Your first and only girlfriend was the leader of the street gang that you ended up killing. Every single last member. Except for your sister.

"I, uhm, uhh..."
"Here."

She hands me a piece of paper with what I assume to be her phone number written on it.

"We don't have any classes tomorrow, so... just text me when you're free. There's a really nice café just down the street from where you live."

She doesn't smile this time. She's grinning. She's grinning the whole I watch her walk to her car.

I have a date. I have a date.
I rush over to Vi's car, tearing open the door.

"Whoa, what got into you?"
"I think I have a date!"

Vi doesn't look as happy as I though she would

"With that Olivia girl you told me about? Does she... know?"

I sit down on the passenger seat.

"Are you insane? I met her yesterday."
"Are you insane? What if she finds out?"
"She won't. I have a new identity. No one is supposed to know who I am. Jinx is dead, my name is Hannah."
"Yeah but are you really comfortable with lying to your potential new girlfriend?"
"I'm not lying. Just... not telling her -"
"- that you used to be a mass murder?"
"Can't you just be happy for me?"
"No. No, Jinx, I can't. I didn't want them to let you out. I don't think you're ready for this. You're hardly able to care of yourself."
"Can you just start the damn car and drive me home?!", I yell.

There it is again. That angry, hateful look on Vi's face.

"Fine," she hisses, starting the car.