Sunset Boulevard

Chapter 11

Chapter 11.

She didn’t want to see him, but at the same time, she wanted to just so she could bitch him out, possibly even tug some of the rich-coloured hair out of his scalp. But for the next couple of days, she saw no sign of him. Not when she drove downtown to get some money out of the cash machine, or when she went jogging past the beach out front. And it wasn’t like he was going to look for her.

So Delilah made up her mind as to think of the "meeting" as a casual business transaction – although Sully had helped her, he’d robbed her father and no doubt would have claimed whatever he wanted from her by now, so obviously, he had no intentions of finding her again. So, she decided to dismiss it. Until, perhaps, the next time she did see him. However far in the future that may be.

The school was in an obvious uproar after having heard, and Chelsea said her father was furious, but Delilah was glad when no one really paid attention to her rather lame lie of where she’d disappeared to. “I felt sick. I think it might’ve been the salmon,” she’d told everyone, explaining how she’d caught a taxi home some time after arriving. Her story checked out, so no one really questioned her, however Wayne had been very over-protective and hovering since.

And then there was the fact that everyone was asking questions about who did it. Of course, they knew who was behind it – the gang, who was run by some guy named Fuller, or Frederick, or something along the lines of that, from downtown. She hadn’t realised, but they were quite infamous. Some of the students even knew the names of some of the members, and the senior girls commented frequently of how handsome some of them were. Delilah only really had one member in mind when that particular topic came up.

“Where the fuck were you!” was the exclamation Delilah received when she strode into Biology that afternoon, having missed the morning and lunch due to being made to give a statement to the police about the night.

However, the fact that Jae had actually sworn made her cringe more than the tacky blue uniforms she’d had to witness for the past several hours.

“Chill, Jae,” she hissed as Miss Harris gave a questioning glance in their direction.

The handsome Korean continued to glare as she sat down, swinging one leg across the other and leaning back in her chair. She gazed at him through the corner of her eyes, and then tapped his tan cheek with her acrylic-coloured nails. “Chill.”

Jae ran his tongue over the top of his teeth and exhaled heavily. “Where were you?”

“I went home early, I’d eaten something raw, I think, and I spent the rest of the night cuddling the toilet,” she watched his sceptic gaze slowly dissipate. “And you?”

Delilah recalled she had not seen Jae, nor Chelsea, at the fundraiser. Although she’d already been informed Chelsea had skipped out to fuck Romeo’s brains out since she was told his parents had left for New York for the weekend.

“In the registry for a while waiting for my parents to hurry and stop socialising,” his face scrunched in disgust, “and then I came to find you when…you know.”

She hummed to herself. “I see.”

“That’s all?” he asked, his big baby blues blinking.

“That’s it.”

“Okay class, today we’re focusing on the human digestive system, which will take us onto…”

Delilah shrugged at Jae, her way of saying she’d explain later, and zoned out, gazing out the window, head in hand.

It wasn’t until she noticed something in the parking lot that she snapped to attention. She squinted at her car, even so much as leaning over the desk to get a better look at the white piece of, what seemed to be, paper that was stuck under the window-wipers.