Drop dead

Chapter 12. Please don't say you love me

Miles

One of the neighbours called Paige's parents, reporting that there were a bunch of teenagers squatting in their beach house. So we've been forced out of that place.I'm surprised that Paige was even fine with three strangers living in her family's beach house. Maybe she was just too drunk to care, and then after that I don't know.

Maybe she had decided she liked us or realised it was the perfect way to piss off her parents. I'm sure they're wonderful people, but I just wonder where they went wrong.

So while Val went with Paige to go shopping and then front her middle angered parents, I followed Elizabella like a dog. She won't tell me where I'm going, even though I'm her most trusted companion.

Well, I like to think I am.

Maybe we're going to murder someone. That would be fun, I guess. Val wouldn't be happy.

Val's a good person, she didn't let herself become twisted like us. I never thought that I was Messed up or twisted but it was just I never got the opportunity to show it, not until Elizabella came around.

"My legs hurt. Are we there yet?" I ask, sounding whinier then I meant to.

"Are you a child?"

"No"

"Then stop whining. And no, we are not nearly there" she says

"I'm not whining. We've been walking for ages. Couldn't we have driven here?" I say and I can see her roll her eyes from behind.

"Neither of us know how to drive" she laughs, it's not her usual cruel laugh.

"Is that where you draw the line? Your perfectly fine slitting someone's throat but you drive illegally? Really?"

I knew she was kinda insane but not like this.

"Do you want to die?" She asks, gee she's dramatic

"We've already died once, what would it matter? Besides, all this walking is killing me" I say

"Grow up and we don't even have a car" she points out

"I could have stolen one. I'm good at stealing things" I tell her, I'm practically begging at this point.

"No, there was no need"

"Ok, what about public transport?" I ask. My legs feel like they are about to fall off. We've been walking nonstop for nearly three hours, and I was never a sporty person before or after I died. On another note, either she does a lot of walking or she just doesn't eat. There's no way that someone who hates running can be that thin.

"there's no good public transport system in this area" she replies, her hand clenching and then unclenching. I don't think I should push this but I will anyway.

"We've walked opposite a train track this whole entire time, like ten trains have gone past" I argue. I get grumpy when I'm tired.

"Like I said, there is no other way to get there. So either shut up or get lost" She snaps, but she's seems more frightened than angry

"I thought we were a team" I say

"We are and I'm leader so what I say goes" she yells and this team suddenly became a dictatorship.

"Whatever you say" I say and she just ignores me. Maybe Val was right, maybe she is selfish.

We walk in a tense silence, sometimes I go to say something but don't and I pretend not to notice the glares she sends me when she thinks I'm not looking. People probably think we're homeless disappointments. Which we are.