A Yeti Story

Chapter Ten: Florrie

November 29th, 2019

The quarantine ended right before I went insane. I NEEDED human interaction. It was right up there with food, water, and shelter.

Since the isolation ended on Friday, Che was throwing a Friday night celebration party. I was beyond excited to go to her mansion and live it up like we did before everything went wrong.

I was also excited to see a certain boy...

"Martha isn't my friend anymore. Why would I invite her?" Che asked, struggling to pull on a trendy moon boot. She had gone on an online shopping spree during the quarantine and now had a wealth of new clothes.

"What?" I was shocked. Martha and Che had been thick as thieves since our first year at Foxcroft, just like Tomlin and I. And I could never imagine unfriending Tomlin.

Che rolled her dark, icy eyes. "I can't be seen with her. Not with all her ugly burn scars."

"But... but she must be so hurt right now-"

"Ugh, that's not my problem. Geez, stop being such a baby. You know I never associate myself with anyone lower than me." Che sighed. "I'm surprised you didn't expect this. A little... disappointed... to be honest."

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't want to ruin my mascara.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

Even though it was Che's houseparty, she was one of the latest to arrive. We had picked up some random hockey player, Che's date, and so I third-wheeled the entire drive.

When we arrived, people were scattered all over the house. It seemed like the entire school had come. I loved being around people, and yet I wished I was anywhere else. Che not inviting Martha had left a bad taste in my mouth, and my stomach rolled everything I thought about it.

Ugh. I wished Harvey was here. But, I knew that he hated parties.

"Hey," she whispered to me. "Let's split, okay? You go over there, that guy is single and looking. You two would be cute together."

I turned my gaze to where her chin was pointed. A guy, most likely a senior like me, was chatting in a large group of friends. He was holding a regular water bottle, a good sign.

To humor Che, I walked over to the group and made my way beside him. Clearly, most of the group was too drunk to notice me, the newcomer, so I blended right in.

"Hi," I tried to say to the guy, but the group erupted with laughter and my attempt to converse was drowned out.

What would Che do? What would Che do?

"That's it, I'm inviting Martha," one of the girls said. My heart lifted.

"No way," the guy beside me said. "Don't make her more miserable than she already is."

"Wait, you guys were making fun of her?" I asked, trying to cool my voice.

"Yeah," a girl said matter of factly. "She's literally never looked worse."

"Guys, quit. It's not her fault," the guy beside me said.

"Stop acting like you care about her, Lucas. You dated her for a month and then she dumped you."

The group erupted with laughter. What did they find so funny about this? I couldn't say.

Lucas turned and grabbed my arm. He hardly looked at me as he dragged me away from the room. We left the room and we passed rooms with closed doors. Climbing up the stairs, I wondered if the water he was drinking wasn't really water...