Drowning in the Stars of Your Eyes

Chapter 5

The rest of the week went on without a fault and soon enough it was Friday night. The whole incident kept replaying in my head. I hadn't really taken time to think about how I felt, I just kind of replayed the events. My main concern, which I tried to ignore, was the agonizing craving of Leo's hugs. It had just made Me feel oddly safe... something I hadn't felt since Bianca.

Snapping out of My dazed thoughts, my eyes focused on the assignment in front of me. My History teacher, Chiron, had given out an assignment about old greek mythology, which I wasn't too bothered about, in fact, I was quite interested in the topic. The old Gods fascinated me, Hades was my favourite (even if that was my dad's name).

Write an essay describing the beliefs of the old Greek Gods and how they got along together. To be handed in next week Wednesday. The task wasn't that hard, I probably knew most of the information and didn't need to do research, I was just finding it hard to place the information into words. I leant back in my chair and groaned into my hands. I couldn't be bothered doing the assignment now, I hadn't slept much over the past couple of days and it was Friday night.

Sighing, I turned to look around the room. Leo and Jason hadn't come back to the dorm yet so I had the room to myself. Jason's bed was neatly made, most of his clothes had been stored in his chest at the end of his bed and a book and a pair of glasses sat on the bedside table, all in all, it was clean, the exact opposite of Leo's part of the room. Leo's orange quilt had been screwed into a ball, boxers, t-shirts and other items of clothing were scattered around the floor and hung out the chest. His desk was covered in tools, metal, bolts and other sorts of machine building material. It was a mess, but I wasn't going to clean it up, I'd probably set some machine off and be hospitalised.

I looked over to my side of the room, and to be honest, it wasn't much better. I rose to my feet and began cleaning, I folded my clothes and placed them neatly inside my chest, along with all my books and other belongings. I made my bed and piled my books and papers neatly in the corner of my desk. There, I thought, maybe this will make Leo realise how messy his side is. I sat on the bed and reached into my aviator coat. I hadn't touched the letter or statue all week.

Unfolding the note, I studied it. Bianca's handwriting was a neat, cursive font. It had love hearts where the dot of the 'i' and full stops would be. When she was little, she would not stop writing, she wanted to practice so she had the neatest handwriting out of her whole class. I remembered her coming home one day screaming excitedly because her teacher had complimented how neat her writing was. I smiled at the memory.

Taking out my phone I opened up Thalia's contact and began to send her a message.

To: Thalia

<Hey Thalia, it's Nico, I was wondering when you were free to drop off Bianca's stuff. I would offer to pick it up myself but I can't drive. > 6:03 pm

After sending the message, I fell back onto my bed and sighed. I wonder what stuff Thalia had? I ran my fingers over the statue. I hadn't found out about Bianca's death until I had returned home from school. There had been beer bottles all over the floor, some smashed, some not. Dad was cursing, things were banging and smashing, and little me had been terrified. My phone beeped, tearing me from my thoughts.

From: Thalia

<Hi Nico! I was actually about to message you! I just dug up all the stuff from the back of my closet then, I can drop it off now if you like? :P> 6:05 pm

The little Emoji face made me giggle, no wonder Bianca had dated her, she was a sweet girl.

To: Thalia