Choking on Flowers by Fox Academy
Balenciaga by T3NZU (at the *)
Sara
Thomas convinced me to accompany him to campus today. His first exam is tomorrow and he's going to the library to study. I should be working on my dress at home, but after the events of yesterday, I don't think I could stay at home alone knowing Lily is at the vet for testing. Instead I'm planning on working on an essay for a different class. Key word planning. My head is spinning with terrifying thoughts about Lily. I don't know if I can write two thousand words on diversity in fashion when worry weighs heavily on my chest.
"Hey," Thomas breaks me from my thoughts.
"Yeah?" My voice is raspy and tired. Thomas made me wake up at the ass crack of dawn. And not just early for me, literally seven am. The only thing keeping me from dozing off in his passenger seat is the ongoing worry that remains in my head the minute I wake up until I somehow fall asleep.
"Your thoughts are loud." Thomas looks at me as we pull into a Starbucks drive thru, stopping behind a car in line. "She's going to be fine, Sara."
"You can't be sure of that."
"We haven't gotten a call yet. And whatever happens, if it happens, she will get the help she needs and she will be okay." His voice is soft and genuine, but it's hard to believe something so uncertain.
"Okay," I say, because I have no more energy from crying all night.
After a moment of silence, Thomas takes my hand and brings it into his lap, holding it tight. Once our orders are placed and we receive our drinks, we head off to campus in silence. I know he feels exactly the way I feel, which makes this worse, but also better. We find comfort in each other, one thing that helps. Thomas was the one who found her as a baby in his yard too, I can't imagine how he must be feeling.
We find a place to park in student parking and head to the library. Finding our seats, I take out my laptop and attempt to start the essay. It's ridiculously easy, yet not a thought can be formulated within my brain. Thomas is immediately immersed in his equations, scribbling his pencil roughly in his notebook. I sigh to myself, dropping my hands into my lap and looking around.
"I'm gonna go use the bathroom," I say. Thomas looks at me, contemplating something for a second before he nods.
I stand and head to the restroom. I find myself standing in front of the mirror, unintentionally eavesdropping on two other girls' conversations next to me. I pretend to fix my hair, not really caring at all how it looks.
"He literally told me he loved me, fucked me, then I saw him on Elizabeth's story the next day." One girl says, her voice annoyed.
"What the fuck. Did you ask him about it?" The other asks.
"Duh. I called him out on it. He said some stupid shit like she was just a friend." She sighs loudly.
"Disgusting," her friend says in a distasteful tone.
I peak over at the two, thinking about how I would feel in her position. "So I told him to fuck off and go find some other desperate bitch who will give him pussy." She flips her silky blonde hair over her shoulder, pursing her lips in the mirror.
I look away and back at myself in the mirror before they unleash their mean girl on me. I don't know if they are really mean girls, but they look it and I have always been able to tell.
"What are you gonna do if he's at the party tonight?"
Party? It's literally the middle of exams. They must be business majors.
