Falling Fast

Chapter 26 - Rebellion

“Oh boy. What happened?!” Lexie asked.

I slammed the car door closed and snapped my seatbelt on. “Harriet told Carolyn that there was something going on with me and Grigory and he nearly lost his job and I kinda lost it with her and –”

“You yelled at Harriet?” she asked.

“Not exactly. I – Can we just get out of here?”

“Only if you tell me on the way,” she said and started the car.

I ranted at her all the way back to her house and when I got to the bit about Harriet she grinned and congratulated me for finally standing up to my ‘nemesis’. I sighed and slouched in the seat.

“Only about Grigory, not about me.”

She shrugged and swung a left on a round-about. “You didn’t choke when she called you names.”

That brought out a small smile. “True. Only taken fourteen years. I nearly quoted Vampire Academy film lines at Grigory.”

“The ‘you can’t beat up everyone we have a problem with’ ‘I can try’ part?” I nodded. And she laughed. “At least there aren’t many people we have a problem with.”

“That’s what I told Grigory,” I sighed.

“Oh, and then he asked you about how Jesse and Ray knew how you fed him blood whilst on the outside?”

I laughed a little because she was being ridiculous and she knew it. “No. That would have been weird.”

“It would have been perfect.”

“Bite me.”

“You wish, bloodwhore.”

“Ok, stop it, Lissa,” I laughed as she quoted from the film.

“I’d rather be Rose.”

“Who’s been punching people lately?” I asked with a grimace.

“True. Here we are.”

We were at my house which sort of surprised me. I’d thought she might want to sequester me in her house for the weekend so that I could avoid everything to do with Grigory completely.

“Go get some clothes and things,” she said.

I should have known. Of course she was sequestering me. I nearly said that I was ok and didn’t need her to look after me, but decided that maybe a little time out of the house and a girly night in with Lex might be a good idea. I headed inside and went straight up to mine and Dan’s room. Dan was sat on my bed doing homework with a few books spread around him and a poster was on the floor by his feet.

“Is this physics?” I asked.

“Chemistry,” he said and looked up. “How are you?”

I shrugged and grabbed a rucksack. “Ok, I suppose. I managed to sit through Russian.”

“You went?” he made an effort to keep his voice down, but the tone carried well enough.

I winced and hoped that Mum and Dad didn’t come upstairs to see what the fuss was about. “Yeah. I also nearly punched Harriet.”

“Ok, this I’m interested in,” he said and moved a couple of text books and patted the empty spot.

I sat down and told him what happened. He listened quietly and when I had told the whole story he held up his right hand with his little and ring fingers apart from the rest of them.