Killer Queen|✔️ (Book 1)

38. Slicker Than Your Average

    I faked how sick I was for the rest of the week. I started to feel a little better each day and assumed liver failure wouldn't sneak up on me, unfortunately. I just couldn't condition myself to handle facing everyone in homeroom. I knew this was my fault but I still had my old life motto in the back of my mind: Everything is everyone else's fault. They shouldn't have been in my business in the first place and it was their fault for asking questions and butting into my life, so they should be sorry, not me.

     Kiwi stayed with me the whole time. He would have his friends drop off new bags of clothes for him, he cooked all my meals, made sure I was always properly hydrated. He barely slept because he was too afraid my body would have late reactions to the pills and he would need to take action. We would hang out with my mom here and there, watching movies with her or lay around the living room to watch tv, but besides that or to pee, I didn't leave the detox fort. I had decided that facing people I never had to see again, was a lesser evil than trying to avoid them and having to explain to Kiwi or my mom why I had handcuffed myself to my bed or bought a harmonica, and was refusing to go to school. Kiwi had poured out all my vodka and wine, so I didn't even have that. I had to go in there sober as a newborn fetus. But I did this to myself, so I had to bear my cross at some point.

      I got to my locker, that next Monday, to get my books together. We only had a few days left in the year, so I thought I could get into homeroom as announcements started and not have to talk to anyone. Then I could run out when they were over for the remainder. I wasn't as brave as I was when I was lying around in the pillow fort, pumping myself up to come in here and handle my shit like a champ, and just resorted to classic avoidance.

    The locker door next to me flew open, smashing into mine. I looked over and saw Jasmine, kneeling on the floor and gathering her books, with the nastiest look on her face. I was beyond grateful that Lisa had told me everything beforehand, so I knew not to talk to her. I could only imagine the things she was thinking about me; how psychotic and weird I was for lying and making up all those detailed stories. Then I wondered why she'd even be angry at all. I mean, annoyed or curious I can understand, but angry? I know I lied to her but it was nothing personal. I didn't spread rumors and lie about her. I wondered what Dan said when she told him I'd been lying about our mad love affair. Was he this angry? Did he even care enough to feel any type of way about it? That was a 'what if' I could learn to live with. She slammed the door shut and walked back to homeroom, leaving me almost shaking from waiting for her to flip out and demand an explanation.                   

     
     Pen had appeared at my other side, leaning against the neighboring locker door.
P: "She looked pissed."
T: "...Oh yeah? I didn't notice."
P: "I heard she told Dan you made up some shit about you guys dating. I thought you said he was stalking you?"
Like fucking really? No one speaks to her until the one time I'd kill a unicorn for her to not find out about something.
T: "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't say shit to her about dating Dan; she must've misunderstood something I said."
I said it with such a monotone voice, it probably did me in more than if I would've flipped out, like a normal person would if they heard a ridiculous lie that they knew nothing about.
P: "You look stressed out like something happened." T: "I've been deathly ill for the past week; that was pretty stressful. It's nice to see you spent the week being productive and gossiping about me."
I shut my locker door and left her standing alone in the hall, as the bell rang.