TW: mention of heavy alcohol consumption incase it triggers anyone 🫶
i don't know why i made delia drink the shots that night. we've barely spoken since. she's been avoiding me at all costs, so much so that she would order take out and eat in her room instead of cooking for us both in the kitchen, but maybe that wasn't just because of me. i had seen her a few nights, sitting alone in the kitchen, drinking. Her black kitten would sit in her lap and she would pet her as she took another sip. i only saw her in passing seconds, trying not to disturb her. it was still spring break, and there were still two weeks remaining of this torture. i wasn't sure what i'd done to make cordelia avoid me in this way, but i had learned not to ask questions, and to simply just carry on. sometimes i heard her thoughts during the early hours of the morning, but they would go by so fast that i couldn't understand them. she had a lot of thoughts all at once, so her mind would sometimes be so loud i could barely hear myself think, then suddenly go completely silent. it was so strange. i was starting to grow more concerned for her, but instead of checking in, i drowned everything out by reading every book i had with me. after i ran out, i used the academy library.
a few times, i heard her thoughts mention the name "misty". it was one of the very few things i could make out in the chaos of her sweet thoughts. i wasn't sure on who this misty was, but i had heard girls in the corridor talk about the relationship cordelia had with her. apparently they were completely in love, but i wasn't sure i believed that.
after a few days of the regular thought train at around 4 am every morning, i decided i couldn't take it anymore.
i gently knocked on cordelias bedroom door at 5:28 am. her thoughts were still loud, but quieter than before.
"Delia?.." i whispered.
i knew she was awake. i could hear her turning amongst her bed sheets.
the lock on her door clicked, and the frame slowly turned away from me, allowing me into the room.
i sat carefully on the end of her bed.
"Hi, y/n.." she muttered.
i didn't say it back. i just jumped immediately to the thing bugging me the most.
"who's misty?"
YOU ARE READING
Yes, Miss Goode
Fanfiction"Welcome to your new home, miss y/l/n", she whispered into my ear as I stood in the doorway of my new school, Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies. And with her words, it seemed that my little world shifted, and a new chapter of my...
