Lost in July

XVII

i'm so sorry for the late update. I've had a very stressful week. I tried to make this chapter relatively long to make up for it. enjoy <3

** trigger warning **
mention of suicide, abuse, and gun violence in this chapter.

Collin
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"You're fuckin' cheating," Margo mumbles under her breath.

I smirk. "I'm not."

We're currently playing a card game called War, which is arguably one of the easiest card games.

Margo, however, is not doing well. We've played four times so far and i've won every time.

This game is honestly just luck, and I have horrible luck, so I'm surprised i've won so many times.

I'm about to win again, too.

Margo continues to curse as I slowly get closer to winning. The nurse monitoring the common area keeps throwing us dirty looks, causing Margo to scowl back.

The way her nose scrunches in anger as she has a stare off with the nurse makes me laugh. Even when she's not trying to be adorable, she is.

I don't think many people would call her adorable, per say. She's got a dark aura around her, anyone can see it, and her dark clothes mixed with her dark messy hair isn't the most adorable thing to most.

She's dark and mysterious, like the books always say. The scar above her eyebrow, her pale skin, her hair that hides her face, and the small holes in her ears and nose that most likely had jewelry there before. All of this works together to make her beautiful and adorable and... mysterious.

Once I put down my next card, I officially win yet another game.

Margo groans loudly, throwing her cards on the floor. "Fuck off! You're totally cheating!"

I chuckle. "Margo, I can't cheat. It's purely a game of luck."

Margo laughs unamused, throwing herself backward dramatically. "Well no shit I'm losing! I have absolutely no luck."

I shake my head with a laugh, eyeing the nurse who continues to cringe at Margo's foul language.

"Fine. Would you rather play a strategy game?"

She scoffs. "Fuck no. My ego cannot take any more losing. Seriously, it's hurtful."

I laugh again. My cheeks are starting to hurt from smiling so much. "Okay. I've got therapy soon anyway."

"How riveting," she says, a frown taking over her face.

I start picking up the cards and putting them back into the box. I'd much rather stay here and play games with Margo all day, but instead I have to talk about my feelings to death.

Margo sighs loudly, laying on her back and stretching her limbs. People stare at her, but she doesn't care. "What the hell am I supposed to do while you're being therapized?"

I furrow my brows. "Therapized? Is that even a word?"

Margo sits up, scowling at me. "Who even cares? The point is- i'm going to be bored,"