Bullet to the Brain

We Have An Interrogation Room?

I changed the moment we got home.

Don't get me wrong, I have nothing against skirts, but I was tired and all I wanted was to change into some pajamas and eat Ethan's leftover ramen.

When we got back, I sprinted to my room like my dad was on my heels, changing into my soft plaid pants and an old brewery shirt. Ethan helped me with taking off my wig, and I relished in the fact that there would be no more itchy hair on the back of my neck.

I was sort of like my mom in that way.

I slumped back into the common room, with a steaming cup immediately shoved into my hands. Coffee thank God. "I'm going to marry you, Kammy."

"I'm not going to marry anyone, thank you very much." He stopped for a second. "But if we're talking not married by fifty... we have a deal." Another pause. "To get my parents off my ass." He took the liberty of clarifying. We shook on it, before he haphazardly plopped down next to me on the couch and handed me some crackers.

June sat down lightly beside me as I munched, taking a moment to look me over. The action made my insides... sparkle? I don't know how to put it.

"Blonde looks good on you, Lovely, but I think purple suits you best." She smiled, and I took in a small, sharp breath. Her eyes were full of warmth and sincerity that it was overwhelming. The good kind. "It looks really pretty. Brings out your eyes." My heart stuttered. She just called me pretty! Well, my hair, but...

I've always loved my purple hair. It was very long and wavy, and it was the brightest shade I could find. I always dyed my hair different colors to see which looked the best, it was something me and my mom would always talk about doing together when I was older.

I never really cared what others thought, but knowing she liked it was... kind of exciting.

"Thank you!" I sent her a smile back, but by the look Kammy shot me, it was unnaturally wide and way too eager. I said play it cool you idiot! Now you'll never hear the end of it!

Ethan was lounging on the armchair across from me, eating his leftover ramen, damn it, making the most annoying slurping sound while staring. He raised one very amused brow and cackled quietly. Oh, he's making fun of me. 

Fuck you too, Ethan.

Calmly, I took a sip of my coffee, placing it on the table in front of me. If I let this slide, what else would he try?

Three...

Ethan and I were locked in a staring contest, where his eyes glimmered with something ominous. I was not amused, nor was I ready for whatever he had planned.

Two...

Oh hell no. I needed to find some way to put an end to this, now. He set his food on the table beside him, giving me the perfect opening. This boy was not about to be exposing something I don't even know if I have.

One...

Just as he opened his obnoxious mouth to say something (probably about my reaction to June's compliment, which, mind your fucking business you loser), I launched myself across the table at an unsuspecting Ethan. As quickly as I could manage, I tightly clamped my hands over his stupid little mouth.

My eyes bore holes into his soul, and I shot him the sharpest glare I could manage.

"Don't say a word if you want to keep your face."

He nodded fervently, and I got off of him slowly, pointing a finger in his face, mouthing watch your back.

There was a short, pregnant pause (I love that phrase)... "Did we leave the guy in the car?"