Sabrina

Part Twelve

By the time Dad came to get me for breakfast the next morning, I was up in my room, stretched out across my bed sideways having a sulk and listening to Blink 182- Adam’s song. When I’d woken up that morning, Leonard was gone. I’d heard footsteps down the hall and chattering all morning, but I was mad, and so I didn’t say hello to them.  Instead, I stayed in bed with a frown on my face, sulking and wondering what I’d done wrong, and why Leonard had left me as well as all of my other admirers. It wasn’t until Mr Purple peered through my bedroom window (on the second story) 45 minutes later that I snapped out of my immature sulk and sat up.  

As soon as I saw him, I realised something, I could get him to tell me what was going on. I knew his weakness. Or rather, I was his weakness. I was the only person in the world that he couldn’t keep a secret from and I could use it to my advantage. He was a stalker, and so he would be able to find these people, surely. Plus, if he’d been outside my house for long enough he would’ve seen Leonard leave, and maybe he’d know where he went.

“Come in,” I said, opening the window to let him in.

“Hey, how are you?” he said, climbing through the window and sitting on the window seat I have in my room.  

“Uh, annoyed, tired… just generally in a shitty mood to be honest” I whinged.

“That’s not good.”

He looked down at his feet, feeling awkward when I didn’t reply.

“Yeah, don’t even worry about it. It’s just been a hectic past few weeks and my emotions are getting the better of me,” I smiled, pretending to be happier to make things less awkward.

Mr Purple had stalked me too much to buy that shit, but due to being awkward he chose to pretend he believed it rather than attempt to have another conversation about emotions and things like that. Which was doing us both a favour, really.

“So, did you have a boy over last night? He asked, awkwardly.

 “Ah yes, he left…”  I bit my lip, not knowing how to explain this.

“That wouldn’t be a first,” Mr Purple, lifted his eyebrows and tilted his head, teasing me.

“Hey!” I punched him in the face, “Don’t talk shit.”

“I’m kidding you psycho” he said, beginning to cry in a heap on the ground.

 

“Wimp.” I teased, kicking him in the ribs a few times until he passed out.

I then proceeded to throw him out the window.

"Lol, see ya later," I called after him as he hit the ground  outside my window.

I smiled to myself, in content. I was now sure, after making an impression that good on him, that he would certainly want to help me out in the future.