CHAPTER 5:STUDY PARTNERS

It was Thursday evening before she saw Lily again.

Cath was writing a scene from Ever After Simon: her new idea for a fic describing Simon and Baz's life together as a couple sharing an apartment off Magkicks. She was in the middle of Baz's romantic birthday dinner scene when she was interrupted by an impatient knocking.

"Lily! What a absolute joy." Said Cath with as much enthusiasm as humanly possible. "What brings you here at 7:43pm?" She was indeed curious, as there was no Levi William Stewart insight.

Lily tossed her hair back, revealing a Dolce and Gabbana logo on her black and gold very expensive looking tracksuit. "My roommate, Eva kicked me out. The dork wants to work on her maths law, the law of Euclidean space in a rhombus. Such. A. Nerd. Can I hang in here with you guys?" Cath looked back at Regan. "Sure." Reagan said. "Why not." Lily smiled gratefully and situated herself in a beanbag near Reagan's desk. Cath went on with her fanfic for about an hour until she could stand it no more.

"What's she like?"

"Are you talking to me?"

"Yes Lily, you."

"Whom are you talking about?"

"Laura. Jesus, you couldn't guess?"

"I'm sorry!"

"Well?"

"What?"

"What is she like?"

Lily looked at her for a second, and then began. "She's great. There's nothing else to it."

"Why was your dad single? Was your mom crap as well?"

Lily looked hurt. "Don't say that. Nothing can replace my mom. Not even Laura."

"Why did she leave you then? If she loved you so much, why did you need my mom?"

"She did love me!"

"Than why isn't she here?" Cath was shouting now. "If she loves you, why isn't she coming to kiss your arse and furnish your room? Why isn't she sending you emails with thousands of Xes at the end? And why isn't she here right now defending herself? And if you're going to steal my mom, it must be because she doesn't love you!"

Lily stood up, her eyes shining with tears. "Because she's dead, you little shit! She died fighting for our country overseas, when I was 8. Oh, you think you have it so bad, your mom doesn't love you. How do you think I felt when a federal officer came to our door and said that she'd had a hand grenade placed in her boot? And that she had DIED? And the last time I'd seen her was 12 months ago! I deserve Laura, I deserve her after everything I've gone through, but you, you DON'T! I can't believe you!"

She walked over to Cath and slapped her hard across the face. "Don't you EVER talk about my mother like that again!" She slammed the door and stormed out. Reagan let out a low whistle. "JEE-ZUS. You got yourself in knots, Cath."

Cath didn't care. Her face stung, her eyes were full of tears, and her heart ached. She couldn't figure out what hurt more: Knowing what she just said to a girl who had lost her mother, or the fact that Laura would agree: Cath didn't deserve her. Cath didn't deserve a basic right of a human being. She had always thought she had just been denied a mother, but maybe she didn't deserve one. No, I must deserve one. She said this to herself again and again in her mind, yet the more she said it, the less true it felt.