Freddie sits at his kitchen room table, half his attention on his history book and the other on his mobile. He's dialling someone. As he waits for his call to be answered, he looks down at the history book, sighs and pushes it aside. Homework can wait. This was more important.
"Hello, Mama Roma restaurant, how may I help you?"
Freddie cleared his throat. "Erm yeah, hi, I'd like to book a table for Saturday night?"
"Sure, what time?"
"About 8ish?"
He heard scribbling through the phone. "That's fine, under what name?"
"Freddie McClair."
"How many people?"
"Two."
"Ok, that's booked for you. See you on Saturday, ciao..."
The line went dead. Freddie frowned. If he was a person taking reservations at a restaurant, he'd be much more friendly towards potential customers. But he wasn't, he was still at college, sitting A Levels he wasn't going to pass because he couldn't concentrate on his history homework.
Only Effy.
If Effy was there, right now, they'd probably be shagging.
He remembered the first time he ever saw her. She'd been sitting in her dad's car after he'd crashed it into a bollard due to a loose bike lying on the road. As she'd watched him, she'd took out a cigarette, lit it and placed it between her lips. Her gaze, hypnotic, never left his face. If he'd known what she was like, what she was going to make him like, would he have pursued her relentlessly? Would he have gone against Cook, the rival who took her then watched as she escaped from his grasp?
He honestly didn't know.
Picking up his mobile and fishing in his jeans pocket for a spare spliff, he wandered out the kitchen, leaving the history book behind.
Reservation at Mama Roma for 8 on sat. I love you x
Effy closed her eyes after she read Freddie's text.
Don't fucking freak out.. she told herself.
She sat down and stared at her bedroom mirror. Just staring. Her hair was matted, as usual. Her eyes were green and catlike, her eyeliner smudged beyond belief.
She was an evil bitch.
It was as if she'd been taken out her body and had no control. First, her phone flew from her hand and fell to the other side of the room, stopping short of the wall and landing with a clatter. Then, her stray eyeliners rolled off the dressing table. Her book was slammed onto the floor. Her hands, shaking, were no longer attached to her wrists. They swept the rest of her stuff to the floor with a smash, breaking a perfume bottle. The contents leaked over her bare feet but she didn't notice.
She was an evil bitch.
Before she could stop herself, her mirror smashed violently.
Only now did she stop.
Numbly, she sat down again. Her hand was covered in her blood. A piece of glass stuck out of her skin, threatening to stay there if she didn't take it out.
Take it out.
Freddie – no. No. She couldn't.
Take it out.
He wanted them to work.
Take it out.
She couldn't-
Take it out.
With a cry, she slowly pulled the glass out of her hand. The blood flowed more.
Take it out.
But it was out..
Take it out.
"Freddie.." she murmured. Her eyes drifted shut. Her body collapsed. The pain was gone.
Take it out.
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