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PROBLEM XLII : He Loves Me, He Understands Me
LakeVille High was in the lazy phase of the week today. It was Monday and Mondays were the worst.
Mondays always somehow proved to be highly unlucky for Clover Lian. Given my history with Monday, I figured today was going to be no different. I could never bet on the fact if it was a coincidence that all the tragedy that had ever happened in my life has always happened on a Monday or was it something else—Karma perhaps?
It was a Monday Mum had passed away. It was a Monday Justin had first pulled an all-nighter at work. It was again a Monday Justin had come home drunk out of his wits for the first time. It was also a Monday, Justin had first laid a hand on me. Ironic how it was just the dawn of the day, The clock had just about struck midnight a few minutes back. It was also a Monday Ethan had stopped talking to me.
Had to be Karma.
Houston hadn’t talked to me after I’d spoken the word home. He had driven me to my house with Andrew in the backseat of the car in a complete and utterly uncomfortable silence. First strong thought in my mind was how I had just ruined a perfectly happy relationship, but most importantly, a good friendship.
I did not see Houston in the first hour of the day at school. It was surprising provided that Houston was not one to take school lightly—At least not at a time when finals were knocking on our doors. But then again, with the things I had told him shortly, if he were standing in front of me, I would be more fascinated with the mundane tiled floor, then his face, precisely, eyes.
Houston now knew things not even Grace knew. It was something eventful and ridiculously unbelieving since Grace was the only one who ever stuck by me. Even though I was never going to let this out, but if I were, I’d make a $100 bet on Grace Daniel Scott.
Mr. Hall’s class was a disaster ever since the moment he had reminded us about the partner project we had to do, making a commercial. Houston and I hadn’t even started. And now, I did not know how I was going to make that happen. Houston was obviously upset with me.
During lunch, I didn’t go to the cafeteria knowing I wanted to be left alone. I hadn’t seen Houston in school at all today so it saved me a lot of running around. But it also was a dagger to the mind thinking Houston didn’t want to see me that bad. The last hour of the day was Spanish and Leon had gotten me kicked out of the class by talking non-stop. Was it weird how obsessed Leon was getting revenge on his own sister for a tape that didn't even include him?
Home was another story. The house was trashed. Apart from liquor bottles broken and shattered there was a little amount of blood on the floor, Justin had hurt himself. The wooden chair had been thrown on the wall, making it’ s legs fall apart. The glass coffee table was shattered into pieces, where there was more blood. The pungent odor of alcohol flittered around the house.
