Escaping you

Chapter Six- Bowling, my hidden talent

It's soon Friday, the week went pretty quickly since the first couple days. I haven't seen much of Danny since my big blow up to him, I guess he has probably been avoiding me. Not that I care, he is an ass. I just hoped for the sake of tomorrow and avoiding all possible awkwardness. Sam tried though, throughout lectures and free periods he has come and sat behind me or nearby. It has been quite fun with him. Lauren is convinced we're going to get engaged by the end of the year, I told her to 'hold your horses'. She is just so excited for me and at the end of the day, I love her for it. Sometimes I feel like she is more thrilled about all this than I am myself. I am really enjoying the lectures too; I feel like I am finally fitting in somewhere. I haven't had to rush either the rest of this week, I have had a text from Sam in the mornings to check I am awake which I am grateful for. It makes me feel a bit giddy too, I know I have only known this guy for 5 days, but he seems really nice. I am looking forward to tomorrow with them all, apart from Danny. When I told Lauren, she seemed unsure at first, mainly because of what happened the other day. Lauren was more annoyed than me. She was furious because he had no reason to be acting the way he did, he had no right to speak to me the way he did. I listened to her rant. I understood her anger, Lauren has always been very protective of me. It is probably because I am too much of a wuss to fight my own battles, but then again that's why I like having a fiery best friend. Lauren is all I need to put someone in place.

Tonight, me and Lauren don't have any plans, the only thing on our agenda is me making spaghetti bolognaise and watching shit on tv. Nothing interesting, as are most my nights. I managed finish my first assignment already, I spent every free period this week in the library, or back here on my laptop. I have had numerous texts off my mum this week, asking how I am doing. I told her what had happened with Danny, she was insisting she come up and speak to the head of the university herself, but once I mentioned that I managed to put him in his place. She backed down. Speaking of, I feel my phone vibrating in my back pocket. I stop what I am doing and answer the phone.

"Hey baby, what time is your train tonight? We have the bed set up for you" She asks. Shit. I completely forgot to mention to her that I won't be coming home this weekend. It slipped my mind because of this stupid assignment.

"Oh yeah mum look, I said I would meet some friends this weekend and we were talking about going bowling, I am so sorry, but this is my first weekend here-."

"Oh sweetheart, of course. Do not worry, I am so happy you have found yourself some new friends. Have the most wonderful time. How has the rest of this week been going? I haven't spoken to you since Wednesday night" she says.

I talk through the last couple days I haven't said anything to her about. I say how there wasn't a lot for me to actually talk about, there wasn't anything interesting that had happened. That all I have done is study really. She tells me I need to get out of the flat more else I will drive myself insane, but I am used to it, and it is something I enjoy doing. I apologize once again for not coming back down to Brighton for the weekend, but she tells me that it is okay, and reassures me numerous times that of course it is okay. So, we decided to end the phone call there and I said I would ring her on Sunday when I am in the flat and free. She once again told me to have a lovely weekend, I feel she's more excited than me. I end the phone and get myself chilled out and ready in my PJ's.

"Are you seriously getting in your pajamas now Casey? It's 7pm..."

"Yes, I am, deal with it. Where the bottle of rose, I got mid-week?" I ask.

"It's in the cleaning cupboard, hoping you wouldn't ask about it. But obviously, that didn't work" Lauren remarks. She really doesn't like me drinking because she knows that I don't drink slowly or do it occasionally. She tries to convince me that I am an alcoholic, but I tell her every time, she's talking rubbish.