NO FIGHTING PLEASE
Chapter 7
Things should have gone back to normal. I don’t like this. I’m going to be sick. On someone’s shoes. This was a bad idea. I should hara-kiri myself.
I tried to breathe and regain composure but it was a lost cause.
Raph had called me few days after I had made my inquiries about Elliot to Vinc, and had invited to me for a fire in his backyard—important to mention that that backyard was phoquing huge, contained a pool, and was surrounded by forest.
And Elliot could be there. That’s what my stalking-his-Facebook-page had informed me of at least. His friend had posted on his wall “Gonna go to Raph’s on Friday?” and Elliot had answered “Probably”
And no, my agreeing to come to this party had nothing to do with the fact that CD guy could be here… okay it had everything to do with that.
Though how was I supposed to start the conversation if he was here? Hey, I’m the girl who stared at you at the CD store and bumped into you at the restaurant which consequently led me to stalk you on Facebook.
Very nice classy way of introducing yourself.
I hated this. I was not good with this whole emotion-liking-boys thing. Phoque phoque phoquedy phloqued.
“Azé, you know this isn’t a slaughtering house and you aren’t going to get your head chopped off right?” Vinc laughed beside me.
I looked at him, frowning and confused. “Huh?”
“You looked even more scared then after I made you watch It,” he burst laughing.
“Shut up, clowns are phoquing scary and you know it,” I groaned and kicked his shin, before trying to catch his head in a deadlock so I could throw him on the ground.
Needless to say it was a complete fail on my part, and I was the one to land on my butt.
“Now you look like your normal self,” Vinc grinned down at me, while I glared at him, getting back on my feet.
Emma joined us just then, looking around herself, probably trying to spot Elliot too.
It’s not like he would be hard to see. He was so tall! And so far I hadn’t seen any almost-abnormally-tall guys. There were a lot of people around, a lot I didn’t know since they were going to school with Raph. Vinc seemed to know a lot of them, probably because of hockey and soccer.
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