Roommates

Chapter 32

<<Ryder>>

The morning after that horrible day, I woke up with a headache. I knew it wasn't gonna be a good day whatsoever.

Stell was still asleep. I assumed she wasn't going to college today either. I was worried about her.

I found myself sketching a vague image of her on my lunch break and I was literally practiced her name in calligraphy class.

I tried to focus on the numbers rather than her in math class, then I started wondering, why do I have to take maths if I'm an art student.

I knew this day wasn't going to be good at all. Even after the two cups of coffee, the feeling lounged at the pit of my stomach.

What I didn't know, however, was that my heart was going to break that very day. Yes, more broken than it already was.

But that was a story for later.

I didn't go back to the apartment after college. I went to the school of business. Sage was still in class and I waited impatiently outside his class. When I say outside of his class I mean right by the door.

Sage was soon out of class among a wave of students. He was the tallest so I spotted him easily.

"Hey man watcha doing here?"

"I need a huge favor" I skipped pleasantries. I didn't have time for those.

"Sure man throw it on me"

"Don't say weird sh*t like that. It's weird"

"Well excuse me for not knowing the difference between good slang and bad slang. You know I'm still fairly new at English-"

"Ok not the point," he nodded and urged me to continue.

"I need the number of the psychiatrist Stell has been seeing"

Sage froze in his place. "How did you know she was seeing a psy-"

"I'm not an idiot you know. I can tell if Stell has been seeing a doctor or not. Or if she's sneaking in or out or not. Or hell I know if she's stealthily trying to jerk off or not. We literally live in the same room, three feet apart. Plus, Stell talks in her sleep- A lot"

"Look I really don't think it's my place to say or give anything."

I let out a frustrated breath. "Listen to me, Sage. Stell is not okay. She hasn't come to college yet and she NEVER misses a class. She barely speaks a word and she's always looking withdrawn. I don't think she eats anymore. I need to know the psychiatrist and I need to know her now"

Sage seemed to process all that as we walked outside the school of business and into the outer lounge. We took the nearest empty picnic table, which were sprawled across the lawn, and sat facing each other.

He pulled out something that looked like a wallet from his backpack. When he opened it, it had nothing but business cards. He picked through them until he found the one we needed.

He held it between his index and middle finger as if he's about to pull a bad ass card straight out of Yu-Gi-Oh.

"I took this from her desk," he handed it to me. As I reached for it, he withdrew it back. "Ah-Ah. You did not get it from me."

"Don't worry about it" I took the card and hurried away from the campus.

"A thank you would've been nice" Sage yelled but I was already on my way.

I pulled out my phone and started punching in the number of Dr. Lisa Peterson Grayson, but right before I could tap the dial button, my phone started ringing. It was Charlie.