Fatal Attractions

XXV

"If you take him to McDonalds I might hurt you."

I rolled my eyes at Aubrey's threat. "I'm not taking him to McDonald's. It's not going to be a cheap place, it's just not going to be an expensive place." I said, remembering the extremely exclusive restaurant he had taken me to our first date.

"Madisyn Abigail, I'm giving you permission to spend more than two hundred dollars on this date."

"Will you calm down? Tonight will be good, I promise."

She looked up from my nails that she was currently painting and smirked. "Do I need to put a few condoms in your purse?"

"No, actually. This is the first date that I am promising myself I will not have sex with him on, even though it wasn't going to happen anyway." I muttered, still kind of pissed at my odds.

"Why not? Don't give up on it."

I sighed. "It's not about that. I just want to focus on something other than sex and just get to know him, like, really know him. I want this to be like hanging out with a friend, I want to feel comfortable around him, you know? Looking back, I see that I jumped into everything way too fast and was too focused on him being perfect rather than seeing if he was actually perfect."

"You're too nice," She scoffed. "you're so smart and super responsible and here I am, sleeping with every guy I lay my eyes on."

"You just like to get to know them in different ways," I giggled. "we're basically, like, the same person."

She laughed. "Totally the same." She finished off my pinky and I blew on my wet burgundy nails as she started on the other hand.

"I know you probably don't want to talk about this right now, and you're going to scold me for being so obsessed, but when should I tell the police about Owen?" I asked, tucking my lips into my mouth anxiously.

She grumbled, the expected response. "Not yet. Not until we have more evidence. Not until you see his face, not just his eyes."

"But, Aubrey, who else could it be? Blake?" I scoffed sarcastically.

"I'm not saying that, Owen definitely has enough evidence against him, but so does everyone else in this city. Honestly, I think Hypothermia realized that you saw him and that's why we haven't seen him lately. He's trying to get back up after a hard fall. Just be patient."

"The longer I wait the more people die."

She put the nail polish brush into the bottle and looked up at me. "Hypothermia or not, people are going to die. People are dying right now as I speak, and you can't save them. Just accept that you can't save everyone."

"I can save people in this city. I can cause less people to die as you speak." I argued.

She grumbled. "My point is that you can't save everyone, and if they die it isn't on you, so stop acting like every single terrible event is caused by you." She took the brush out again and continued on my nails.

"Hypothermia probably wouldn't have happened if it weren't for what happened nine years ago." I muttered.

"That wasn't your fault and if you think it was then you are incredibly stupid."

"I can't help but feel a little guilty for being a part of it-"

"Just stop talking about it, I don't want to think about it." Tears began threatening her cocoa eyes and she took a deep breath, continuing on my nails.

I ignored her plead. "I could've saved your sister. Don't tell me that you don't blame part of her dying on me-"

She pressed her lips together. "I do partly blame you for her death, but she's not important anymore, she is dead. So let's just move on-"