Protect Me

Get away.

The next morning is Sunday. Alice woke up at about 4pm. That's like a whole day if sleep counting yesterday. Ugh yesterday.

"Good morning" Alice groans/says to me bringing her hand to her head.
"It's 4:00 and Vincent brought you back, he said you were really drunk."
"Yeah, and now it's gonna come back and bite me in the ass." she gets up and takes a Tylenol.

After she gets dressed she sits next to me.
"You ok? You've been zoning out all afternoon." she says
"I don't wanna talk about it..." I say
"Okay, if you need anything, call me. I'm going to Vincent's"
"Is he the frat house guy?"
"No he lives in an apartment down the street, he's my best friend. Ever since 5th grade. We're egging a guy's house that pissed us off."
"Just don't get arrested."

After she leaves, I finally get an appetite for late lunch.

I bump into somebody in the food line, "Oh sorry" I mumble.
"Hi Parker, haven't seen you in a bit!"
"Oh Jean, hi." I say
We sit at a table, "You seem out of it, you ok?"
"Boys." I say
she sighs, "I wish there were more lesbos here."
I laugh and she giggles.

After our late lunch, Jean says she's going to meet a friend so I just go back to the dorm. When I reach my door, Harry is sitting on the floor against the wall.

He looks up at me, "I was drunk and angry."
I ignore him and go into my dorm and shut the door, ignoring his knocks and 'I'm sorry's'

Once I get sick of it, I open the door.

"You were drunk and angry so you pin me to a wall and interrogate me? After you cheated?!" I shout.
"Parker,"
"Please just leave me alone." I sigh looking away.
"I'm sorry, can't we try again?"
"You already had a second chance. a You blew it." I shut the door and get my guitar.

I open the case and take it out. I strum a few chords, remembering a song my guitar teacher taught me, Blackbird.

I play the song slowly, letting it seap in.

"That was beautiful." I hear a muffled voice at the door.
I swing the door open, full of anger.
"DIDNT I TELL YOU TO FUCKING LEAVE?!" I scream at Harry, his eyes widening.
"I-I'm sorry-"
"SHUTUP AND GET OUT!"
I can't believe he sat there and listened.

I hate boys.