Velvet Skye (Updates Fridays)

Chapter 2 (NEW)

I wake up to sixteen unread messages from my girlfriend. Sometimes it’s too easy to call Kat crazy, but I’m probably the reason for her being crazy, so that’s not really fair.

The first ten texts are variations on “where are you?”, the next five “are you okay’s?”, and the last one says “Call me.” I hate “call me’s”, ‘cause they mean having to lie through your teeth to someone you care about. Kat cares a lot; I’m just struggling to keep up.

Skye’s nowhere in the room but even if she was I’m pretty sure I couldn’t find her.

She has no floor, her running shoes are mismatched, and her jerseys are hanging off her bedposts like a bomb went off. The only thing clean about the place is the walls. They’re pearly white on all sides. No posters. No pictures, just sparkly white paint.

I always took Skye for a closeted girly-girl, but the most she has in the way of decoration are her trophies and medals. She’s got them set up over her desk perfectly, like they’re the only calm in the rest of her chaos.

I look for her before even trying to find the rest of my clothes. Maybe that reads a little desperate but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. My best friend JJ says the secret to being suave is slipping out unnoticed, acting like you hook up all the time, and that you don’t care where your girl goes.

But I woke up on the wrong side of lonely this morning, and as stupid as it sounds, sleeping next to her for a couple more hours would’ve been more than okay with me.

Skye’s door’s cracked open and I can hear her screaming at somebody on the phone downstairs. Couldn’t be Miles. He’s a silent fighter, like a military drone. By the time you figure out he’s mad, he’s already caught you in a twenty-minute lecture you didn’t even see coming.

I can’t even imagine him being pissed at Skye. But if there’s one thing he hates, it’s inconsistency and she didn’t head back to our house last night. Neither did I.

            Shit.

I grab my phone and punch in and excuse to Miles hoping to God it’s still too early in the morning for him to put two and two together.

            Me: Crashed at dad’s, be back later.

Anytime I need an excuse to disappear my dad’s place is ideal. He hardly talks to Miles or me so lying about seeing him always works. Miles has this picture perfect family, so he thinks it’s great whenever I try to work shit out with my dad.

He thinks everything can be resolved with a conversation, so he’s always over the moon when he sees that I’m “trying”. I stopped trying with my dad a long time ago, but Miles still believes in the impossible anyway. His text lights up my screen.

            Miles: Cool. Thanks for taking Skye home last night.

The last part stings like hell. I never should’ve kissed her, or slept with her, or woke up without her. The weird thing about consequences is, you don’t feel them till the morning after.

Skye comes flying up the stairs like a bat out of hell with nothing but a track t-shirt and yesterday’s panties on.

            “Disappear,” she says.

I try to pretend that her telling me to evaporate doesn’t bother me but it does. She can’t burst into her room, hair messy and early morning beautiful and tell me to disappear.

            “Didn’t you wanna get breakfast or something?

            “Miles is ten minutes away.”