Girls Astray. [Complete]

Amy: The girl who needed answers

Sitting face to face on his bedroom floor, our phones in the centre of us, we watch them with bated breath, like they are time bombs that could explode at any moment.

"Do you really think it was her?" Alex whispers, his voice trembling lightly.

Closing my eyes I suck the air in around me. It's not fresh air, it's stale, boy lived in air, a heavy mix of deodorant, B.O and football boots, but it's all I have to keep me calm.

Exhaling loudly I mutter, "It's got to be," saying it more it myself than him.

It has to be. It is. She's O.K- she's proving a point. It'll be O.K. But, what if...

My eyes fly open to the sound of the phone beeping throughout the room. Our eyes and meet and we both look down at the screen, everything in my body wishing and hoping for her name-

Zoe.

Frowning, I raise an eyebrow at Alex, his whole face turns a blotchy beetroot red. He awkwardly grabs the phone and his finger hovers over the decline button.

"No!" Leaning forward I snatch the phone from his hand and answer it, before pressing the phone back into Alex's hand. Maybe she knows something, a little voice sings inside of me. Maybe...

"Hey," he mumbles, his whole neck is now covered in a thick red rash. It glows against the usual honey tones of his skin, like a red flag enveloping a golden trophy.

His jaw slowly drops, his eyes widening with every word he hears, the phone slowly slipping from his grasp and it's like everything is suddenly in slow motion; heightened.

I snatch the phone away from him before the call is ended.

"Zoe, I need you to tell me everything."

"Amy?" an uncertain voice asks.

"Now, Zoe."

I can hear shuffling down the end of the phone, then the loud clearing of her throat. Alex looks like a puppy that's been caught shitting in his owner's shoe again, his head dipped into his chest, his hands trembling against his thigh. Pathetic.

"Not like this," she whispers sadly, "can you meet me?"

"I'll be with you in five," my phone already hovering over the end call button.

"No!" Zoe barks suddenly, "my Mum's here, she can't know-" she takes a sharp intake of breath and I swear I can hear the clogs ticking in her head.

"The park? By school? You know it well I think."

"Yep, I know it," now it's my turn for my cheeks to burn, "see you in five."

I end the call before she can change her mind.

"So do you want to explain before or shall I wait for Zoe?"

Cautiously, he raises his head, like he's nervous it might roll right off his neck or something, his eyes are glazed over now, like he's a million miles away.

"I'm, I'm- sorry," he manages to stutter before collapsing into a puddle on the floor.

"I'm going. Are you coming?"

I stomp towards the door before he can answer, my disgust towards him is growing inside of me like snake sluggishly twisting my organs until they break; little by little the revulsion is getting stronger.