Stuck Between The Pages

Chapter Seven

CHAPTER SEVEN: ESTATE

The fool generalizes the particular; the nerd particularizes the general; some do both; and the wise does neither. 
-Nassim Nicholas Taleb

The hangover I have right now is honestly worse than anything I've had in a while, not to mention when I woke up both the girls were gone but the house looked like it got cleaned up a little.

Nell texted me and said she had a therapy appointment, so they couldn't stay.

Having no clue what happened last night, save for when I first started drinking which was a bunch of laugh and swearing over monopoly, there was no reason for me to assume this was a lie.

I didn't have time to question otherwise, to worry.

Because I got a call from this place called Grey Estate, and Micah was on the other end telling me to get my ass down there.

Sadly, those two fuckshits London and Chance come along.

They keep pushing me forward and making fun of me for having a hang over, since they know I don't drink a lot, and it's the most annoying thing in the mood.

Being in a bad mood, snappy and having a hang over, I know I'll both sound and look like a complete douche-bag but honestly at this point I don't give two fucks.

"Can you guys please shut the fuck up?" I ask, being shoved into the room.

This makes the two idiots start yelling at me, not even the exasperated security guard bothers to stop us before he slams the door shut.

"Shut the fuck up, all of you." Micah snaps at us, making me grin at him. 

He's in a shit mood. Good. 

Maybe this kind of pain might teach him something other than how to destroy himself.

"This is...fuck," My best friend sighs, motioning to a short blonde girl beside him before running a hand down his face, eyes pointed in a glare. "This is my therapist, she's obsessed with mangoes."

That's random, but hey, there are worst things to be obsessed with.

I'm all too aware that sometimes my grin looks like a smirk, which I think might be what makes the girl wince but then I catch the creepy ass real smirks the idiots have and wince too.

"Hi! I'm AJ." She says, inching closer to Micah -who doesn't even care. "Like he said, I'm his therapist but I also work with most of the long term inpatient cases. I'm really happy to meet you, you being here will help, even if it seems to do the opposite it will."

He must like his therapist.

Chance leans onto the table making me want to shove him, "What does the AJ stand for, a gorgeous girl, perhaps."

What the fuck -that's not how letters work!

God, am I still drunk?

"Uh...gorgeous, that starts with um, a 'G' not a J. And um, that's just my name?" AJ thankfully replies, looking a tad scared but mostly just tired. "Mangoes. Do you want a smoothie?"

"All I want," London replies, the way he draws out the words making me a bit nauseous myself, so I can't imagine what the girl thinks. "Is a part of you."

"Human, human smoothies would uh, taste bad I'm pretty sure." I'm sure she's not really even meaning to be funny, but I have to hold back a laugh at this. "Are you a cannibal?"

London's smirk turns into a frown, "No?"

AJ gives him a weird look, "You're confused if you're a cannibal or not?"