New Starts

Chapter 8

"Do any of you nerds have anything that can replace a condom?" Karma shouted as she burst through the door of Demi and India's dorm room. We all stared at her in shock, contemplating what she said.

"I have a piping bag." India said after a moment quietly, looking abashed.

"That'll do. Quick hurry and get it. I have the fuck of a lifetime waiting in my room and he probably has lots of other options." Karma gestured wildly to India to find the bags. Scrambling up from her place on the floor, India ran to her desk and pulled out a single piping bag. She gave it to Karma, who then flew out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

"Well that's something you don't hear everyday." Demi said. I glanced at India who was still staring at the door with her mouth slightly open and her cheeks reddening.

"Please don't say your blushing at the thought of Karma having sex. It's a common occurrence by now. If you didn't already know, it's the reason I've been kicked out my room again." I commented.

"Oh no, it's not that," India began, "it's just, that's the only piping bag I use. It's got a hole in it." India looked pained at she finished.

Demi and I looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Well, that's not something you here everyday. Serves her right for running out of con—

My face fell, "Wait, no, no, no, NO. I am not having a mini Karma sprog running around my dorm room." The very thought made me cringe. I could just imagine the grief I'd get if Karma had a kid - I'd have to look after it whenever she went out, I'd have to change its nappy and do shit I'm not ready for. I'm not ready to be a father.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Demi asked angrily (because she says everything angrily). Realising I'd said everything out loud, I shrugged my shoulders trying to act completely normal after my not-so-normal inner monologue that had been said outwardly.

"So, girl's night, right?" I asked, not-so-subtly changing the subject. The others looked at each other before shrugging and nodding their heads, both agreeing to ignore my earlier bout of weirdness. But, hey, it's all in the life and times of Eliza Hood.

India settled back on the floor, leaning against her bed. She turned slightly to pull a board game out from under her bed; I heard a disgruntled huff from Demi which usually signalled the beginning of one of her usual 'board games are so fucking boring' rants. Deciding to block out the onslaught of obscenities, I focused my attention on my surroundings: India and Demi's dorm room.

Their room mirrored their personalities spectacularly. Unfortunately, that left a room split in half, each side the exact opposite to the other. Demi's side grabbed your attention as soon as you walked in, she'd painted the wall (which you're not supposed to do - but I don't really think Piper's going to do anything about it) a dark navy colour. She had some drawings on her wall - all of which surrounded the idea of death and pain, there was a skull and then a skeleton without a head and a knife, and oh look a dead body (how lovely). What was strange was that Demi seemed to have a picture of a group of people on her desk. I looked closer and saw a younger Demi grinning back at me with her arm around a smaller boy who looked similar (must be her brother) and two adults standing behind them a bit distant. Must be her parents, strange that they're standing away from Demi and her brother. I'll have to ask her about it later. India's side was light with fairy lights hanging up and around her bed. She also had some of her drawings on the wall, hers were nicer to look at, they were of animals, there were also some artsy polaroid pictures dotted around her wall of her family and friends. I saw one from the American football game we played, we were all there smiling cheesy grins at the camera - even Demi was smiling. I smiled at the memory, I was wearing James' cap which I still had in my possession, oops.