Ecstasy

Chapter 53

Calla:

It took us forever to pack up. I was just glad that I didn't have to unload the car. They dropped me off at home and all I had to do was kiss Tyson goodbye, grab my bags and walk inside. Our little paradise was over. Tyson still seemed a little distant and distracted but now I knew why and I wasn't prepared to let him off the hook that easy.

"Mum? Dad?" I walked into the kitchen. "Hello?"

I gave Sylvie a tap on the head as I passed by the TV. She had wireless headphones on. The TV show looked funny when it was muted. She looked up at me then, her face transforming into a toothy smile.

"Hello. You've lost some teeth!" I said sitting down beside her, engulfing her in a hug.

"Yeah! Look, my front tooth, and, and my bottom tooth is wiggly too! Look," she grinned a feral smile and wiggled her bottom front tooth with the tip of her tongue.

"Ew," I laughed. "The tooth fairy will be coming soon then, hey?"

"Yeah, yeah, she came last night and gave me these." Her hand unfurled from it's tight fist and two gold coins appeared.

"Wow! You'll have to think of something to spend all your money on now."

"I hope more teeth come out so I can have more money and be rich," She grinned again.

I laughed. "Where's Mum?"

"Having a sleep."

"Okay." I stood up and planted a kiss on her head. "Go back to your movie."

***

"Have you had sex with Tyson yet?"

I choked on my milkshake. The green liquid made it's way up my nose and I snorted, in a coughing fit.

"What?" I finally got out.

Phoebe was laughing hysterically in the corner of the booth seat and Mitchie smirked across the table at me. The little re–vamped diner had become a rendezvous point for us ever since we returned to school after the Easter break. It served the best milkshakes and hot chips, and it was only a bus ride away from the school.

"Obviously not," Mitchie answered for me. "You would tell us right?"

I was still coughing up milk and cold ice cream. I really regretted my choice of the flavour lime now.

"How's his drug problem?" Phoebe chirped up.

I finally was able to get a steady breath in. "What's with all the questions?"

I looked between them both.

Mitchie twirled her straw in her milk frothed glass. "Oh nothing. But you never give us any gossip."

I laughed. "As apposed to you, the one that shares every single awkward and personal detail of your private life." I continued in a light tone, "Well, I'm sorry if I like to keep some things to myself."

Mitchie stared at me, silence between us. I waited.

"Oh come on! Just one juicy detail?" she begged.

I smiled. "Ha ha, you are pathetic Miss Aristone."

She just gave me a sweet smile. Before launching into a excruciatingly personal story about her coitus with Sam Tapp the previous night. I tried to tune out all the vivid details she was painting for us and I thought about what Phoebe had said. Since that night of obvious intoxication at my bedroom window, I haven't met with that Tyson since. I wonder what he does when I don't see him. I wonder if he still finds the need to touch that stuff. I'd like to believe he didn't. I think I do, ignorantly, believe he doesn't.