lacuna

Chapter Seven

Fallon's pov

I turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel. I started drying my hair with it as I walked in front of the mirror. My mind drifted to the session today with Eli.

God, why am I so embarrassed?

I literally blushed at everything and he just fed off of it. As for the lessons, it wasn't that he wasn't capable of solving them, it was just that he refused to look further and more openly. But after a few more lessons, he'll get the hang of it, I hope.

And then there was Asher. Can he be any more sweet? My heart warmed as I remembered how he'd tied my laces and told me to take care. That was really thoughtful of him.

I looked down at the towel after I felt like it was done drying and stopped when I saw the strands of hair tangled in it. I won't be surprised if I go bald like this. The amount of hair that broke free of my head for a day was awfully unhealthy. After dressing up, I opened the top cabinet and took out my pill bottle. One skip of a round and who knows what I'll do to myself. I threw the necessary number of pills into my mouth and swallowed them. My eyes caught my reflection in the mirror. The old baggy tee I wore revealed no uneven, 'extra' parts of my body and they reached just an inch above my knees, covering my thick thighs. Instinctively, my fingers wrapped around my other wrist and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when my fingers touched, slightly overlapping. Good.

Or did my fingers get long?

I shook my head. Stupid.

My phone pinged, the screen lighting up. I frowned. I didn't have any friends.

I glanced at the text and it was an unknown number: Hi, is this Fallon?

For all I know, this could be a modern version of the ghost-face killer. But I texted back with the typical reply.

- Yea. Who's this?

- Guess :)

Oh, heck, no. Then he'll ask me what my favourite horror movie is.

- You have three seconds to tell me who you are or I'm going to block you

- ...

I waited for his reply, counting the seconds.

- Okay! Okay, please don't block me. It's Asher. Y'know, from school?

Oh.

- How'd you get my number?

- The school group.

Aww. He'd searched for my profile, one by one. Or I was probably thinking too highly of myself.

- Is there a reason you texted me?

- Not really. Just wanted u in my contacts.

- Why?

- Am I not allowed to?

- It's not that!

- Relax, Fallon. We're friends, right?

- Idk.

- Yup, we are.

No. Don't think that. As much as I didn't want to hurt his feelings, I won't pretend to be his friend and get close.