Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 37

Allie

Mondays aren't usually the days I like to head into work, but today was different. I feel different, but in a numb way. I got a lot of customers who I got to tattoo and pierce. I made a good amount of chump change today, enough to pay for the electric bill.

Alix went home Saturday night with clothes of mine. She told me that her parents are walking around the house with tension so thick you can cut it with a knife. She said they haven't said a word to each other and for some reason it brings her a piece of mind. She's been fine for the rest of the weekend.

I don't know if my parents ever argued. I know all the yelling and screaming was directed at me. All of it.

Our little experience brought us closer together. Now we talk on the phone way more often than we used too. She takes the risk and texts me in class. She's more open with me about the sexual stuff. She's been asking questions and making future plans for our next 'get together'.

I know most of the things I learned about sex and women was from North. Possibly all of it.

My head is clear today despite the flashback I had on Saturday about North. I can't begin to decipher what could've possibly happened. Probably sex? Maybe I did something wrong?

Today I'll find out because North is currently scoping out the box room. I'm in my room sitting on top of my bed. I have my journal in my hands. Each time I run my hands over the cover it starts to feel more familiar - more a part of me.

This late afternoon my hair hangs down past my shoulders and arms. My brown sweatshirt is snug to my body. The sleeves are rolled up above my elbows. I'm too lazy to take off my black jeans. My legs are becoming more irritated by the second.

I changed my bed set again back to the plain black pillow cases, sheets and blanket. My journal almost blends in with it.

I hear North's heels clicking away in the box room. They become distant then close again. Alix hasn't mentioned the situation yet. She'll eventually have to give it up soon anyways. This week the box room will be cleared out of all it's claustrophobic anxiety.

The way North dresses puzzles me. She dresses as if she's going to some big important conference - or something. As if her tucked in white button down shirt and black girly blazer didn't make her look professional enough already. She tops if off with black heels and blue jeans. Her hair is down too.

"We should start moving these on our own." She said.

I quickly look up at her with the journal still in my hands. I didn't even hear her come in. Those heels are hard to miss. She's standing in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

"What?" I said.

"We should probably get a head start." She repeated.

"Moving the boxes? Why? Aren't you paying your friends for that?" I asked.

"Don't you want to go through them? I'm sure that was what you wanted not to long ago." She said.

I shrug and look back down at the journal. I'm not in the mood to talk - about anything. I'm almost in the mood to be alone, but it would be rude to try and kick her out so soon. She just got here, after all.

"You alright?" She asked softly.

"Yeah." I said quietly, still looking down.

North sighed. "Well I know when you're lying, so ..."

I grab the journal and place it down next to me. I don't know what's wrong with me. I'm just detached from the world today. I look up. North walks to the bed. Her heels click and clack away.