ELION
She tries to make out my name but could not. I was so engulfed with rage. When a small ray of sanity manages to get into my mind, I was surprised at the sight in front of me. Nicole was choking. The black of her eyes almost disappearing. I instantly let go. She fell weakly to the floor gasping, writhing and coughing so hard.
I just stood there stunned. I run my fingers through my hair, pulling it hard. Mentally beating myself up. Why did I do that? Why? I don't hit girls unless it's for pleasure and they also want it.
But I just almost murdered someone. I really want to gather her up and make sure she is okay and profusely apologize. But I also did not want to. I don't want her thinking that she has scored a romantic chance with me. What I did was bad, but it will definitely do good in getting my earlier point across to her brain. Before going to the bathroom again, I gritted out coldly to her that I wanted her gone before I came out. Under the swish of the cold shower, I reiterate my actions for the past few days. I got into three different fights. I would not really call them fights. They were trifling altercations. Started by things that I can't really remember. I had thrown the first punch in all of them. I didn't stop until they were unconscious. Two of the fights had been at school during baseball practice. One was in a nightclub down the street. I get pissed off over the smallest of things that don't count as offences. Freddy and Vernon have become scared of me and were somewhat avoiding me. I don't blame them. I would avoid myself too if I could. Cleaning up the fights was not easy. I paid much in medical fees and settlements for my three victims. I did not want Dad to find out. The Dean and the school director said they would not tell him about what I had done on the condition that it will be the last. I want that too. And which is why I am secretly contacting my therapist and arranging a session after cutting him off years ago. Trust me, I hate it. I hate that I have to go back to antipsychotics drugs and therapy. But it is the only way. It will be bad if those demons from my past were to surface. I don't want more blood on my hands than I already have.
SIMONA
"How was the moving bitch?"
"It is not as bad as I thought it would be." I answered honestly. I laid on my stomach across the bed. Legs flailing in the air. Munching on pizza.
"Why is that? Is your stepfather handsome?"
"Eww. Don't even go there Solange." That is the worse guess ever. Is that the best she can do?
"Is it your stepbrother?"
"No. I haven't met him." I really hope I don't. But it's inevitable now that I am currently living here under his Dad's roof. "What has you all happy then?"
"Switch to video call. I want to show you something." I beamed in an ecstatic tone. Imagining her reaction to what I am going to show her.
"What is it?"
"No spoilers Solange, just do it."
"Am on it. You. Just. Wait."
Less than a minute, Solange's face appeared on my phone screen. "What is it. Come on, show me!" I smile and turn the camera to let her see my room. She gasps. "No way bitch! Is this....?"
"My room. Yes!" I squeal. "I still can't believe it!"
"It is so..." She trailed off. "What other words can be used in place of beautiful?"
"Cute, stunning, exquisite, gorgeous, lovely, dazzling." I mention.
"I can't pick out one. Everything is suitable to describe it. Wow! Wait, is that a walk-in closet?"
"You bet right." I went in. Holding my phone in every direction so that she sees the clothes, shoes, jewelries and handbags placed in tall aisles.
"Your are living it up Simona! I am a little jealous. Your room is more beautiful than mine. How about a sleepover?" She suggests.
"No." I refused bluntly. "I just barely moved in today."
I already don't feel so good about Freddy coming for dinner. My mom had done that. And there is no way in hell that Solange would bring just herself to a sleepover. Erica, Kayla, Penelope and whoever else cares to join them would flood in. Sleepover erased. It would be a party. Then mom would be happy and think that I have accepted living here. No. hard pass. How did I even become close friends with her and her clique anyway? Oh, right. Freddy. That one incident made me incredibly famous at school. I had transitioned from a nobody into a glam queen overnight. That last is major courtesy of Solange and her girls. They made me realize that I am not a below average beauty as I had always thought. I just needed to know the right hairstyle that suits me. The right clothes, the right makeup and the right crew to roll with. In college life, your friends group says a lot about you. If you are friends with the nerds, others will start to see you as a nerd. It doesn't matter if you are not. The same applies to being among the most popular girls.
"That's not nice." She grumbles. "With a room like this you are supposed to host a sleepover. I bet you haven't been to one in your life. And that's why you don't know how amazing it can be. Give it a shot please. Please. Please...." She begs profusely.
I sigh. "Fine. I'II think about it." As soon as the words left my lips I was wishing I could retract them.
"Yay! I am going to tell the girls."
"I didn't say we are going to have it. I said I am going to think about it."
"I know. But it's proper to give them heads-up. Byee!" The next thing she hung up. I was left regretting not refusing more firmly. Solange. That girl is so used to getting her way. Now I have to prepare for a sleepover. Great. Just great.