Bad Things

7. On the Brink of Insanity

 

 Maybe redemption has stories to tell
Maybe forgiveness is right where you fell
Where can you run to escape from yourself?
Where you gonna go?
Where you gonna go?
Salvation is here.

- Switchfoot.  

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Two weeks. Two God-damned weeks and she hadn't called. Shawn had never had this problem before. Girls always called. Always.

He slouched in his chair, his legs apart and stretched in front of him, as he stared out the window and twirled a pen in his hand. The teacher droned on and on about some sort of scientific shit Shawn couldn't care less about—though needed to know for the upcoming exam—but all he could do was obsess. Why hadn't she called? He thought they'd left things on at least a somewhat positive note in the cemetery. Sure, she'd still been hesitant, but she said she didn't hate him. So, why didn't she call?

Shit. He was being such a girl. But it was all he could do to not track her down himself, and he knew how stupid that would be considering who she was. But, damn it! This shit wasn't right. Didn't she know how damn insane this was making him?

He couldn't seem to get her out of his head. The way she'd wrapped her paint covered hands around her hair, the way her dark brown eyes lightened, then clouded, over and over again as if they couldn't make up their mind. She looked at him like she wanted to kill him, and then like she just might like to kiss him. Yeah, the pregnancy scared the shit out of him, but it didn't feel quite real to him yet. She did. She felt so damn real. Especially in the images from the party: her dancing in front of him, then over him, then her hot mouth on his.

Lord.

Shawn fidgeted in his seat, earning him a questioning look from Alex who sat in the desk next to him. He flipped Alex the bird under his desk, and Alex smirked in return. His friend had definitely noticed something was up. They spent enough time together, what with practice and games and pretty much every other spare moment. Well, at least when Alex wasn't hanging with Hailee, which had been a lot more lately. During those times, Shawn tried to make himself scarce. The girl still looked at him like she wanted to hang him by his balls. But on the other hand, she was the only source of information he had on Camila, so sometimes, he risked his manhood to talk to her.

He hadn't learned much, mostly just that she was as well as could be expected, and that she hadn't told anyone else. Which he'd pretty much gathered since his dick was still attached to his body. And he sure as hell hadn't said anything to anyone. He wasn't stupid. But Hailee never said whether or not Camila talked about him, about that night, and he wasn't that much of an asshole to ask. But he couldn't ignore the fact that not knowing what she thought bugged the shit out of him.

The bell rang, jarring Shawn out of his thoughts, and he stood, gathering the book and notepad he hadn't bothered to open. Shit. Hopefully Alex took notes that he could borrow. Shawn glanced over at his friend, who was still sitting at his desk, staring off into space. Yeah, fat chance at that. Shawn guessed there was always Kiera ... His gaze wandered to where she stood at the front of the class, her body swathed in clothes about three sizes too tight. She caught his eye and smirked. Hell. He had no idea what she'd want in return for a "favor", but he knew it'd be something.