As I was sitting at the table, I noticed the tension between Danny and Carmilla, but I didn't want to say anything. Only because I didn't want to make everyone more uncomfortable than they already were. Carmilla kept acting like I wasn't even at the table and just talked to LaF the whole time. They seemed to notice that I was still there and asked, "Laura, would you mind keeping Carmilla company while we all get something to drink? If you don't want to that's fine, but I would appreciate it if you give her a chance." I looked at her for one moment and nodded. Carmilla, on the other hand gave LaF a dirty look. Before Carmilla could say anything though, LaF got up and the others followed them out. As soon as everyone was out of sight Carmilla pulled a book from her bag. Great. So she always reads no matter what. "LaF said that they would appreciate it if I gave you a chance, but I really don't have to. I'm gonna go now, and stay out as long as you'd like. Just don't make me hot cocoa and cover me with a blanket anymore, okay? I don't need you to act nice to me, or LaF for that matter. I know you just break everyone anyway, so just spare the heartache and leave everyone alone." Before I saw her reaction I grabbed my things and headed for my room. I don't need to give her a chance, not when she has everyone fooled. A book was on my desk with a note on top of it. I didn't look at the book, instead I grabbed the note.
This book meant a lot to me when my father passed away. I read it every day after his funeral. Cupcake, I know that you've had a hard time dealing with your mom's death, and I know this book will help with some of the pain. Sincerely,
Carmilla
P.S. LaF wants me to sit with their friends today at lunch and they said you would be there, so I guess I will be joining you for lunch. I hope you don't mind.
How does she know about my mother's death? I didn't tell anyone about her. Now that I know the reason behind the book, I just tossed it back onto her bed. There's no way that book helped her with her dad's death. She probably doesn't even have a dead father. Maybe she just wants me to feel sorry for her. Well, I'm not falling for any of her ridiculous schemes. Before I could crumple the note, I heard someone enter the room. I knew who it was before she spoke, but I didn't want to face her. "Creampuff, if you don't like me just say so. I've been through a lot worse. I see that you got my note. Guess you don't enjoy reading something to help you cope. That's okay." All I did was turn my head and looked at her. She wasn't wearing that smirk of hers anymore and she looked very emotional. At that moment I knew she was telling the truth about her dad, but I still don't trust her. I turned my head back to my computer screen when I heard her come closer. "Don't come anywhere near me, okay? You can't just bring my mother's death up using a note. Also, who told you?" I asked. I still didn't want to look at her, and I guess she sensed that because she made my chair face her. She was looking at me very closely, but she stood up and replied, "You told me about her cutie. Well, more like you were talking in your sleep about her death. I'm really sorry that I brought her up using a letter. Am I also apologizing for the blanket and the hot cocoa, or can we at least drop that?" I thought for a moment and without saying anything, I stood up and lied down on my bed. She seemed to get the message and went to her bed. She picked up the book that I tossed onto her bed and started to read. Well, at least we were back to square one.