Temporary Fix

CHAPTER SIX

RONNIE

I kept my head down walking through the dorm hall. There were people hanging around in the lounge area, and of course there was students entering and exiting their dorms. It didn't make it better that my dorm hall was co-Ed.

      It seemed like it took my forever to get to my room.

      I had forgotten that I had completely tore my room apart before we left last night. The clothes and other random objects that were thrown everywhere was throwing my mood off—more than it already was. At least if I had come back to a clean room, I would've been more comfortable. I didn't feel like cleaning this shit up. I definitely didn't feel like folding and hanging up clothes that were going to be packed in a few weeks anyways.

      Damn.

      I wasn't going to be on campus anymore. I wasn't going to be in college anymore. I wonder what Aunt Vee was thinking about me right now.

      I sank down with my back to the door with my thighs pressed up against my chest—tired. I just wanted to scream or just go into hibernation and hope it was all better when I woke up.

      "Don't cry Ronnie. Do not cry," I whispered to myself as I looked up to the ceiling trying to stop the tears from falling. But, to no avail. They rushed out as if the flood gates had been let open, and a couple sobs released.

      I didn't get to wallow in my pity for long as that all familiar banging I knew started.

      "RONNIE!" Bang. Bang. Bang. "Open this door."

I did not feel like dealing with Karlie's ass right now, but I knew that I was in the wrong. So, I gathered the strength to lift me and my big ass bubble of self pity up and opened the door for her.

She stood in the doorway momentarily with her hands on her hips. Karlie was dressed up for her Sunday morning, but Karlie was always dressed up. It seemed like Karlie was dressed up even when we were sitting in our dorms watching movies. She had on a lavender crop top showing off her fit physique, white shorts, and a floral kimono that flowed down to her ankles. Her hair was down and wavy, and she had on little makeup.

      She scoffed as she pushed past me going into the messy room. She paused momentarily looking around the room, her back was turned towards me so I couldn't see her face. She crouched down gathering a bunch of clothes in her arms before dumping them on my bed. "It's so freaking great you don't have a roommate because they would hate you and then I would have to fight them." She muttered. I smiled as she lightened the mood slightly.

"Thanks for disappearing on me too, Veronica." She mumbled as she gripped a shirt from out the pile and began to fold it. She paused briefly holding it up, "can I have this? I mean I feel like I'm kind of owed." She said.

Tuh.

I walked over and snatched the shirt away from her.

Then, it hit me that Karlie didn't even know where I was or who I was with. "I could've been dead, did you even try looking for me?" I know—I know okay—that I'm in the wrong in this situation, but damn.

      "Omari texted me."

       "What?" My eyes widened. What the fuck. "He texted you?" I dropped the shirt on the ground, fully zoning into Karlie.

       She shrugged her shoulders, "Yeah and you should be fucking grateful that he did because if he wouldn't have I would've called the police on your missing ass!" Karlie threw her arms up before sitting on my bed on top of some of the clothes she acted like she was going to fold.