Across the Street

9.

~Tom's POV (cont.)
"Oh no." I said to myself. Kelly was so out of it, slurring so much that I legitimately couldn't make out what she was saying. When I got close enough to her, she squinted at me.
   "Toooooom," she cooed, "you're baaaack. I thought I would never see you again."
I smiled, "You know I'm always going to be here."
Her smile fell and she rolled over to face away from me. This was an extremely drunk Kelly. As I tried to push her towards the other side of the bed, I began to thank god that my parents and brothers weren't home. It's not like they have never seen Kelly drunk before, or like she's never spent the night here, but she's never stayed here when she's drunk. I was just worried that my parents would blame me for giving her a drink, or that they would accuse me of drinking, despite that I've drank before back in London.
    After a few good scoots, I was able to push her to the side I never slept on, and sat in my usual spot. I left her food next to the nightstand on her side in case she woke up, then grabbed my laptop and headphones. I opened up one of my essays for this dreadful class I was taking, and noticed that almost all of it had not been saved. Which basically meant I would have the joy of writing the entire thing over again.
    I was just about to start the first paragraph when a phone went off. I took out my headphones and checked my phone, but it was completely silent, not even an email notification. I scanned the entire room until my eyes landed on Kelly's back pocket. It was glowing and buzzing and playing The Great Escape by Boys Like Girls louder than I thought possible. To not wake her, I gently pushed her phone out with my pen, and it fell on top of the mattress. I'm usually never disturbed or curious about who's texting or calling Kelly, usually because no one ever does since she refuses to give people her number and doesn't really like to use her phone.    However, this was different.
    When I checked the caller ID, it seemed really familiar. Almost too familiar. It was my brother Sam's number. That was odd, because he never called anyone except Harry. Out of curiosity, I answered the call.
"Hey Lee!" He cheerily answered. It was strange hearing him call her that despite the fact he's always called her that since he learned how to speak.
I answered in my most Kelly-like voice, "Hi there, I'm kinda busy so..."
"Ah okay, well I just wanted to tell you that I got those tickets for that new Spider-Man movie with that Garfield guy. It's going to be so cool! Either way, can't wait to see you there, bye!" Before I could pretend to say by as if I was Kelly, or shout in confusion about him going to the movies with her, he hung up, and there was a dead end left.
Why was he going to the movies with Kelly? Why were they going to see the new Spider-Man together? And why was I not invited?? She knows that Spider-Man is my absolute favorite super hero. What kind of betrayal is this??