The Vixen (College Life #2)

I act like everything is fine and dandy, but everything isn't fine and dandy

Danny's P.O.V-

1 week later...

The days seem to mash together throughout the week.

I woke up, went to my classes, got my work done for the trials that are starting up in a few days, and even finished rewatching all 24 seasons of Law and Order SVU.

While Felix went out with Karen and Baxton and Zola partied away, I sat in my room finishing all 20 pages of my research and even getting it done a few days early, giving them time to read it.

Going back to my life before Vatica was hard to adjust to. I was used to her random conversations, or her making fun of my clothes or rearranging my room for the millionth time, or smelling her Japanese cherry blossom perfume all over me and my bed.

I hate the way my life is right now.

I've been trying to act like I'm ok, putting on a smile for Felix and Baxton, going back to arguing with Cindi Blackwater, but even that doesn't fill me up. Last week she glued me to my seat, and I didn't even have the energy to prank her back, I just took my pants off and walked out of the building. I could hear her cursing me out as I walked out, mad that I didn't hit her with anything harder.

Nothing feels good without Vatica being around.

For the past few days, Felix and Baxton have been trying to get me to go out with them, saying that there is plenty of fish in the sea, but I don't want all the fish in the sea, I just want the sea and the sea is Vatica.

After Vatica left the restaurant, I tried to call her, but she wouldn't answer the phone. Eventually, I realized she didn't want to talk to me and gave up.

Everyone is telling me to give her time but how long does that take?

When my trials rolled around, I was hoping she would show up since she said she would be a participant, she didn't, and I had to suck it up and ask Cindi to fill in. She gave me hell for it, telling me to get on my knees and beg her, I had no choice but to do it. She told me I owed her one, hopefully, that day doesn't come.

That day I lost my dignity and ruined my knees.

The trials ended up going fine, we tested 20 people with the ear device and the device that connects to the back of the head. The tape ended up holding up and no one short-circuited from the device. We had to adjust it sometimes and someone had a rather smaller head, so we had to fix that too, but besides the adjusting and modifying it went well. We asked them a series of questions, looking at the screen behind them and seeing what would pop up, it was grainy, and we saw faint images, it wasn't perfect, but it was something.

My advisor was impressed that it went well, saying that some of his colleagues wanted to invest in the project once it was completed, I was elated, and it was the first time I smiled in days. This project has been getting me through the day, the work keeps my mind occupied and most of the time I pass out from reading.

On the many days I sit in my room and wallow or do work, I decide to shuffle out of bed and go to the kitchen, I immediately wish I stayed in my room. Felix and Karen are in the kitchen making out, her back pressed against the marble countertop while his hands are all over her body. For the past couple of days, she's been staying here, which I didn't mind at first but when I see her, she reminds me of Vatica, and I don't need to be reminded of her 24/7.

When they see me come in, they don't bother breaking away from each other, and I don't try to stop them. They make me sick sometimes, but who am I to stand in the way of incessant making out? I squeeze by them and make myself a bowl of cereal. I poured fruit loops into a bowl and went to pour milk, to soon realize that only a drop was left.