Chapter Fourteen
Why. Why? WHY??? Why the fuck does Rubia have to make shit up to convince Leslie into breaking up with her boyfriend? Why? Why couldn’t Rubia just leave me alone??
As I freeze, transfixed as Leslie uttered these offending words, I seem to regain control of myself.
“I didn’t do it, Les, you know I didn’t.”
“I believe you,” She says sounding unconvinced, “but do you like anyone, or did you? I’m only asking...” her tone is casual but careful.
“Yeah.” Invent something fast, Flo, anything. “Yeah, you know Asher Corbett, that cute guy next to me in English? He’s hot, don’t you think?” I attempt a girlish giggle. NO NO NO I can’t believe I just said that, screw you Flo! Ugh!
“Oh. Yeah he’s cute but not in Casper’s league.” She is now acting much more normal, relieved.
“Nobody is for you.” I tease. “Anyway, uh... long night, uh day, and I’m tired so... um, yeah I think I’ll call it a hay, um, day.”
“Right...”
“Goodnight, um, day. Night!” I catch on, hitting myself on the forehead.
“Bye.”
I hang up, feeling angry at Rubia. What does she have against me? I curl myself into my fluffy armchair, thinking. My eyelids are strangely heavy. Vague thoughts are drifting around in my head but my eyelids are too heavy... way too heavy...
*
I wake to light streaming into the room, curled up under the covers.
Wait... the covers? As I remember, I had fallen asleep in my favorite armchair. What?
I look at the time, 10:23. I change into grey minishorts and a yellow tshirt, tying my hair in a ponytail. Thank god it’s Saturday. In my closet I fish out a old hoodie of my mom’s that I only wore at home since it was washed so many times, so comfortable, soft and sweet-smelling. It covered my minishorts. I ran downstairs.
“Morning, princess.” My dad greets me, smiling.
“Hey dad.” I say.
“You looked so cute asleep yesterday,” He comments with a grin. “Not too heavy for your old dad yet, eh?”
“Oh, it was you?” I ask, surprised. “You carried me and tucked me in?”
“Did you really think I was going to let my little girl sleep in that chair? It’s horrible for the back,” He adds as an afterthought.
I laugh and hug him, “Thanks dad.” I take a bagel, pile cream cheese on it, and pour myself a glass of milk. “Where are Mom and Rick?”
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Now Or Never
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