TRAPPED

23

Celine

"This tastes like ass." Julien mumbles, scowling down at his food like it personally offended him.

I dip my chip in gravy before eating it. "I like it."

He turns his scowl to me. "Okay, weirdo."

My scowl matches his within a moment. "Shut up. Who doesn't like KFC?"

"I like KFC, just not when I'm being served mystery meat." He mumbles, pushing his box away from him.

"I'll have it then." Matteo says as he takes a sip of his Pepsi. Julien offers the box to him, and he takes it.

"Did you message Camilo?" Diya asks Matteo.

He nods. "They're fine."

"Why?" Julien questions.

"He and Léo are babysitting Zavian."

Julien snorts. "You left those idiots with a baby?"

Diya turns a worried look to Matteo, who sets his hand over his. "They've babysat him loads of times."

"Last time they tried to change his diaper in a sink." She frowns.

My lips tilt up.

"My dad just wants to teach them some more responsibility, that's all. He's there to check on them."

"If our baby ends up in the oven you can pay for his therapy when he's older."

Matteo grins. "Will do."

"We're leaving now, anyway." I mumble.

Matteo frowns. "You don't wanna go anywhere else?"

I shake my head and go on my phone, then go onto my instagram. Not to brag or anything, but I have fifty thousand followers because of popularity within the British figure skating community. I posted a video I took ages ago of me doing a scratch spin yesterday, and it already has fifteen thousand likes.

"Is that your instagram?" Diya asks me. I turn my phone away from her. She frowns. "What? I can't have it?"

I shake my head. "You can have my private one."

"Why? What's your public one?"

"I'm not giving it to you." I say defensively. I don't like people I know following it, because I feel like a different person on the videos I post.

     "I'll find it. I'm a professional hacker." Julien says.

     Matteo rolls his eyes, then turns to me as he says: "he took ICT as a GCSE course, and now he thinks he can hack people."

     "Okay, maybe not hack. I know how to make a good spreadsheet on excel, though." Julien says proudly.

     Diya laughs.

•

We get back at half six. I shower, change and watch TV for a few hours before I receive a message from my dad.

     ADRIEN: Come downstairs.

     ME: Nooooope.

     ADRIEN: You have to come read, sweetheart.

     ME: Doesnt matter if I can reed when I die of cancer does it?? [rolling eyes emoji] [laughing emoji]

     My eyes prick with tears.
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     A reply dings, but I ignore it and throw my phone beside me, turning on my side and closing my eyes. Sleep is about to pull me under when I hear my door opening.