Roomies in Aaa: The Ice Queen Strikes

Chapter 23

“You have ten new messages!” FP’s voicemail says in a robotic voice. “First new message from Fionna: Hey FP, it’s me, call me back. Click. Second new message, from Fionna: It’s Fi, call me back soon, ok? Third new message from Fionna—”

They were all from Fionna. He lies back down on his bed. He has way too many things running through his head. Why had Fionna let that stupid scum, wannabe vampire kissed her? Was he really her stepbrother? What had Pepper meant by what she had said last Monday? These questions, and more, are swirling in his head, when his phone beeps.

LSP: Dude! Got some beer & babes lets go party!

FP mindlessly looks at the text and deletes it. It beeps again.

LSP: 1 week til tournament, lets get wasted

FP rolls his eyes and gets out of bed. He grabs a towel and heads into the shower. Coming out of the shower he wraps the towel around his waist and lights a candle. He grabs his phone off his bedside table, flips it open, and checks his messages.

LSP: Come on, the babes want the Flame

LSP: There’s twins here. I know hoe much you like double

LSP: Dude your missing out

LSP: Fine more babes for meh

LSP: Just hurry up and come to my house the parties not as fun without you dude

Gmail: You’ve received an attachment from bnbybnt0@gmail.com. Click here to open the attachment.

FP leans against his wall, arms crossed, and opens the message. The picture is a little blurry. He crosses his room, still in only a towel, and takes a seat in front of his computer. He logs into his Gmail account. The picture is extremely clear now.

It is of a girl, with fair hair, leaning over the table in mid-kiss and a young man with dark hair sitting across from her. But the camera isn’t focused on them; it’s focused in the background. In the background a similar picture of a black and white couple. FP stares at the picture, speechless. He gets up in a rage and gets dressed quickly. He grabs his red hoodie and converse as he slams the door on his way out.

“Hay man you made it!” A drunk LSP slaps FP in the back.

“Yeah, I couldn’t resist a good party.” FP shouts out a lie over the music.

“Cool, well the punch is over there and the boobs are over here. You know the way around the place. Enjoy yourself.” He staggers off in an unclear direction. FP makes his way to the punch.

“Hi!” a pale, older girl with white, scene hair goes up to him. She’s wearing a cut band t-shirt that exposes her tummy. She’s got the tightest black jeans ever, and on her wrist lays a bracelet with a cherry blossom charm and what looks like a sock monkey charm.

“Hey,” He says back politely. He has no idea who this girl is; he takes a gulp of the Vodka spiked punch. “I’m Ember. And you are?”

“Drunk” is her response, “And just a lil horny” she eyes FP up and down. The unknown girl extends her hand to ember. “Come with me.” FP thinks of all the bad things that have happened to him so far.  Fionna’s too busy with her step-bro/boy toy to notice him anywhere. What would be the damage if he hooked up with some stranger anyhow? Maybe it was the vodka speaking, or this strange girl’s bewitching aroma of cherry blossoms and betrayal; regardless he takes her hand and follows her outside to the pool storage unit. 

© 2013 Cynthia Hernandez