I could break down right here. I've never been so hurt. So offended. Betrayed. I can feel my own heart beating while I try to think of what to do. I wish a bus would run into my room.
"Alright, get up." Monica orders, pulling my comforters off of me. "You're being overly dramatic. It's just Monday."
"The Monday of all Mondays. This Monday could break me. I could die today, I could fall into an eternal depression and never get out of it. This Monday is the most important Monday." Ignoring my speech, Monica starts finding something for me to wear. I swear, if it weren't for her I don't know where I'd be.
"That's what you say every Monday."
"You know, Monday sounds like Mon-day. Like, Monica day. Which it should be. New plan, we let all the losers go to school, and we celebrate you today."
"You're really running out of new material, huh?"
"I'm tired. My wit will kick in in a few hours."
"Here, put some clothes on. I'm going to look and see if Calum's awake. You still owe me five dollars, by the way."
"He's nineteen. I highly doubt he's going to be awake at seven in the morning."
"You doubt wrong." She laughs, "God damn."
"What's he doing?" I ask, suddenly feeling more awake. Monica purposely doesn't answer so I'll have to stand up, and considering it's Calum, it works. We watch him through the window, do push ups without a shirt. "You ever just wish you were the floor so badly." I whisper.
"Does he fuck like that, too?"
"Imagine if he's actually really bad in bed." I snort. "What a loss."
"Sh! You'll jinx it!"
"Look at those arms." I bat at her shoulder. "Can't you just see him hovering over you like that."
"It's my only reason for life." She chuckles. "Come on, we have to go to school." I watch her stand up and go to my closet to retrieve my backpack with puppy dog eyes.
"Can't we just watch the pretty boy a little longer?"
"No, Eb, I have student council early today. I'll meet you downstairs, I'm going to get some toast." Ugh, toast. I just don't get it. First of all, you're just overbaking bread, and then putting butter on it? Yuck. I like it with jam or something on it, but just butter? Hi, sixty million calories to start the day off.
Sad my friend is gone, I look away from the door, contemplating leaving the room in the next ten minutes. Looking out the window, I feel sudden panic with Calum getting up. I look away quickly, and pretend I'm reading.
While I look at air, I wonder if he's ever really looked into my room. I don't really have the curtains closed, unless I'm getting dressed.
Flinching, I open my window to see if a bird hit the window or something. I look down, and see a little pebble that landed. I look up, and see Calum with his window open leaning over the windowsill.
"Did you throw a rock at my window?" I ask, trying not to smile.
"I threw a pebble at your window."
"Why?"
"So you'd stop reading the air." Calum chuckles. "I knew you were watching, no need to be shy about it."
"God, well it's weird when you know I'm looking. I'm practically stalking you."
"Ah, yes, the hottest girl I've ever seen watching me do push ups? So embarrassing, I feel so violated." He laughs, clearly being sarcastic. I take this as my chance.
"If it helps, she likes what she saw."
"Ebony I swear, we have to-" Monica stops at the door. "Well hello there." Calum smiles at her. "We gotta go." She reminds me, for the sixth time.
"What school do you go to?" Calum calls over.
"Westfir." I tell him. "See you later."
"God I hope."
