blegh, considering how much i hate this set, it took waaay too long to make.
We had finished the windows quickly, even without Rhett's help. So what better to do than relax? I figured I'd be doing a lot of it anyway in the next day or two- or decade. It seemed as if a drummer from some insane metal band had gone crazy on the roof. And the occasional thunder, a smashing cymbal that caused even the least faint-hearted to jump. When I heard about the attic gathering from some passerby, I was not surprised at all. It was probably Hannah's idea, just another attempt to scare off the shy girls. In some ways, she was amusing, her pathetic endeavors to get others to join her ignored by most. Waving goodbye to Alexander, I wondered what she would be like if she weren't doped up all of the time- "normal"? Yeah, probably- just another worshipper of *that* posse. Was there ANYONE here I could really relate to? And one would think there would be at least one person I could rely on, maybe even for just one year. But no- oh wait! There was that girl freshman year, oh what was her name... uh....mary..marie...MARJORIE. A drinker too, I recalled. Both of us did not open up very easily, but our good friend Alcohol facilitated. Drunkenly venting to each other on my bed, we could go the entire night just complaining about our lives. She was much more messed up, a senior who had gotten sick of the campus, the people, everything. And as a senior myself, I could see why. She didn't even get through her last semester, dropping out before even saying goodbye. Two weeks later, Schneider announced her suicide.
I blocked it out of my mind, bolting up the stairs to the fifth floor as thunder crashed loudly. And there it was- the infamous attic. I'd been up here before, with a few others, of course, but those were days the sun had actually made an appearance. Now, there was limited light, a few torches and flashlights spread throughout the room. Apparently, I was one of the last to get there, Mac entering after me, swatting a cob web and saying something about the room looking like it belonged to Ann Coulter. A few unsure laughs followed, and I'm almost positive I saw Blaise cross her arms at the other end of the room.
"Alright gang, I think that's all of us," Calle said, sitting down. Her friends followed, their lights with them. I reluctantly surrendered, dropping into Indian style.
"Wait," a soft voice came from the steps. Kennedy pointed her obnoxiously bright flash light in the direction of the source of the sound. Phew, only Cadence. She sat next to me, her huge eyes illuminated. "Don't start without me."
And so it began, a ping pong game between an asker and their victim. And finally, the ball landed in my court.
"Else," said Ames, the nosy one. Oh goodness. "Truth or dare?" I passed on the latter, considering we had some pretty imaginative people sitting there. But oh, did I set myself up. "What happened sophmore year? You know... between you and Hunter?" It was inevitable that I would have to explain that night. And I swear, she took out a tablet to jot it down.
I couldn't lie, I mean, I hated the majority of them, but I couldn't lie.
"Uh," I gulped, unsure where to begin. It wasn't that big of a deal, for a normal person. But for me, it was. "So there was a party..." Wow, how very cliche. "We were all drinking, and I was completely gone." I glanced around, weirded out that thirty eyes were staring at me. "These senior guys... I think there were maybe four of them... were with me and we decided to go out into the woods. I didn't know them that well when I was um... sober. Anyways, we left the building, and once we were alone they,"I gulped,"forced me to do all of this stuff..." I paused, hoping I wouldn't have to elaborate.
"So Hunter apparently saw us leaving and followed. He got me out of there, earning two black eyes in the process. But I was so grateful, I um..."
"F*cked him," Kennedy said, her expression blank. I nodded.
"So, um, Cadence, truth or dare?"
Eventually, we all got bored of the childish game. We resorted to chatting, as girls do.
"Else!" Claire ran over to me, shining her flash light on my outfit. "You wore something girly last hour too! I'm glad to see you're happy!!" I guess they do pay attention to me...
"I will never succumb to pure girlyness." I said.
"Oh please! Since you've been hanging out with Alexander you've been so happy! I couldn't help but to notice in the common room. And now look at you, wearing this!" It WAS an extremely girly piece. So girly that my former debutante mother had secretly packed it in my bag.
"Clare, we're not even dating."
"Not YET!" I cocked an eyebrow. "Oh please," she whispered. "You've got the look...the look of love!"
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