"What! You can't expect me to just drop everything and follow you!"
"Fine, I'll go without you. I'd just thought that maybe you would want to because you missed seeing me."
I glared at her, "Margo..." I said condescendingly.
"Goodbye Quentin..." she said dramatically before attempting to climb out the window. She had a way of guilt tripping people, and God, she always got what she wanted.
"Margo, wait." I reached for her shoulder, but she had already turned back to face me, her eyes filled with the hope that I would agree to her. If I said no, it would feel like killing an eight-year-old child's deepest hopes and desires.
So I did the only thing I could do: sigh and concede. "I'll go with you."
"Good," She jumped back down from my desk. "because I already dropped all of your classes for you." She remarked.
"Dude!"
"I resent that remark. I'm not a 'dude' and therefore I refuse to be addressed as one." She stated.
"God, when did you become a feminist?"
She folded her arms and licked her lips, "When I opened my eyes and saw the light." She responded sarcastically.
I shot her an irritated glance, "Why in the world would you drop all my classes!? You didn't even know I would say yes to this whole plan or whatever the heck this is." I asked in annoyance.
"Because I know you Q." She replied, acting like I was dumb. She plopped herself down in my roller desk chair and propped her feet up on my desk.
"Whatever." I rolled my eyes, "So when do we leave?"
She pretended to look at her invisible watch. "Now, so you'll have to pack fast!" She looked up.
"How may days am I packing for?"
She shrugged, "I don't know," I should've known she didn't have a plan. "However long the mission takes. . ."
I stopped, "Wait. We're on a mission?"
"Yep! So um, hurry up!" She looked at me and began rushing me.
I rolled my eyes and picked up the pace a little bit. I ran around the room grabbing items that I might need, such as clean shirts and socks, extra pairs of shoes, and my toothbrush.
"I think I'm ready." I said when I had thought I had grabbed everything.
"Great," she stood up from the desk chair, "Now leave it all here."
"What! You told me that I needed to pack!" I yelled angrily.
"I lied." she shrugged acting as if I hadn't just ran around a like mad man trying to get everything packed.
"Do you thrive on making my life miserable?"
"Jesus, who pissed in your cereal this morning."
I rolled my eyes, "Let's just go," the irritation that came with Margo Roth Speigelman package was beginning to set in.
"Ok, well we're taking you car." She said as if I had approved of this many hours before.
I looked at her, "No." I stated.
She blinked a few times, surprised that I had said no. "Fine." She pretended to agree but then her face went serious, "But seriously we're taking your car." She folded her arms.
"Margo!" I whined.
"You sound like a baby." She stated rudely. "Stop complaining and live a little."
This was a classic Margo move, degrade me into doing what she wants.
But I wasn't going to give up the fight that easy. "Ok, first tell me what happened and why we're going on this trip."
She gave me an eye-roll and I glared back at her. I wasn't leaving until I knew the full truth. "FINE! I guess needed money, so. . ." She rolled up her sleeves. Her arms were covered in black and blue bruises. I tilted my head and began examining her arms, much like a doctor would.
"This looks bad." I stated.
She yanked her arm away, "I'm fine." I gave her a look. "Ok I'll admit, it hurts a bit, but I'm fine otherwise." She shrugged nonchalantly.
"Don't act like this isn't a big deal because it is."
"It's not." She retorted.
"It is,"
"IT'S NOT A BIG DEAL, OKAY?" She yelled, rolling her sleeves back down.
The two of us were silent for a moment.
"Can you at least tell me what happened?" I asked quietly.
She sighed loudly. "Well... my ex boyfriend abused me and it's just, I had to get away." She sat on my bed.
I looked at her, "Is that all?"
She shook her head, "No, he's coming after me an I needed a friend to help me get away. I'm pretty sure he followed me here." She confessed.
My eyes widened and my pulse began to quicken. I don't think I could fight her ex-boyfriend, I was too tired for confrontation. "How long do we have?" As we were about to open the dorm room door, a loud and obnoxious knock sounded.
"Apparently not long." She said.
I looked back at her, "We don't even know if that's him."
"Who else could it be? You don't have any friends," she smiled slyly.
I smiled and gently shoved her before looking through the peephole.
"I have no idea who that is." I told her, taking my head away from the door to look at.
"Describe?" she asked.
I looked back through the peephole. "It's a guy. He's tall with black hair, and he looks like he hasn't shaved in days," I examined.
Margo covered her mouth, my head shot in her direction. She then removed her hand and quietly whispered, "That's him, I've gotta hide!" Margo ran across the room at the speed of light and ninja jumped out the window and hid behind a bush. My eyes followed her as the knocking grew heavier.
I was going to ask her how she knew for sure it was him, but I figured now was not the time to ask. It was conversation for a later date.
The knocking became unbearably loud.
I took a deep breath out and opened the door, pretending like I had just woken up.
"Can I help you?" I asked tiredly.
"Yes, I'm looking for a girl that looks like this," he showed me a picture of Margo on his phone, "Have you seen her?"
"Uhh yeah, I think so." I squinted my eyes as I looked at the picture.
"Where?" He asked eagerly, a sick feeling bubbled in my stomach thinking of how he treated women, how he treated Margo.
"I think I saw her run downstairs when I came out of the bathroom. Not sure but I think it could be the girl you're looking for."
"Ok, thanks man," He said before nodding and jogging away. I closed the door and waited before summoning Margo back in.
"Margo," I said in hushed whisper, "It's ok, he's gone." she climbed back in through the window.
She brushed herself off, "Are you ready to leave?" she asked.
"Yeah, let's go."
