Written in the Sand: Book 1 of the "Written" duology

Cryptic

By Friday, I have effectively dodged Hamish. I avoided him as much as possible, and that was easier than anything so far. He was barely at the apartment, and if he was it was to check up on me to make sure I was still here.

Trevor and I had our... get together that night. Talking and chatting mostly about him and what he does for a living. He works as a mechanic at some place along with Jay. Trevor normally deals with all the money problems while Jay did the hands-on work like changing oils or fixing fender-benders.

After our get together, we scheduled another one on Monday, when he didn't have to work.

On Saturday, I didn't do anything but clean the bathroom from top to bottom out of anxiety, and mostly to keep my mind off of everything. I ruined a salmon shirt that I got at a thrift store because of the bleach. The shirt was really big anyways, and I used it to sleep in.

Gotta love bleach.

On Sunday, I stayed in pajamas and watched T.V. I watched a marathon of Friends, and I'm glad to say I am now a big Joey fan. After all this time, Hamish has not once come back to the apartment or called me.

Not even a text from him. I got multiple from Trevor, all talking about what his day was like, and how he hated his job. He never asked about me or how I was doing.

Not that I cared. Who needs emotions anyway?

I was kind of disappointed to say the least. I still felt guilty and ashamed of what I had said and done to Hamish, and kind of pissed at myself for it.

I had thought of multiple scenarios of when I saw Hamish next; each ending in heartbreak, which I deserved.

I hope Hamish doesn't mind that he has to get a new tub of vanilla ice cream. Or more peanut butter.

Man did I love peanut butter.

After my sulky weekend was, essentially speaking, over, I got up early, took a hot shower, and prepared for the day. I looked at my outfits, and chose a black flared skirt, dark grey leggings, a thick black sweatshirt, and thick, long socks that were black with white diamonds. I chose black and white converse to match, and fixed my hair into two buns on the top of my head.

The hour before I was supposed to go out and meet Trevor, hell broke loose.

"Mazikeen!" Someone yelled through the apartment. "Where the hell are you at?" It was Lilith. I was in the spare room, putting on my shoes when she barged in, Randall behind her looking a bit hurt, but sad.

"What the hell is the meaning of this?" She asked, her voice dripping with venom. "You led Hamish on? You should know better than that, Mazikeen!" She said. "And to top it off, I hear that you're going to see some other guy?" she said, looking me over.

Randall went to open his mouth, but Lilith gave him a look that shut him up quick.

"It's not what it looks like, Lilith," I said, oddly calm. "Trevor met me at the Blade and Chalice and it just kinda became a friendship. Nothing more," I said.

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" She asked, her voice guarded. I gave her a nod, standing up. Randall finally got a word in. "So, you're just friends with this Trevor dude?" He asked, cautioned. I gave him a nod. "As far as I know of," I replied.

"Well I still don't like what you did to Hamish," Lilith said, still pissed off. "When he told us, I wanted to rip your heart out," Randall gave a sheepish smile. "Yeah, we weren't too happy," He confessed. "Hamish is still upset about it.," Randall added.

Wait, Hamish told them? I thought, hurt that he had done that. Randall must have seen the look on my face, and he tacked on, "He didn't exactly tell us, we kind of figured it out on our own,"

"Does he know you're here?" I asked, dismissing that added information. They both looked at me with an 'oh shit' look. "No, he doesn't," Randall answered. "He's teaching today, and we-" Randall was looking at Lilith as he said this. "-wanted to kindly ask what were your intentions,"

My intentions? I thought, confused. "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

"Exactly what he means, Mazikeen," Lilith snapped. I gave her a glare.

"Maze," Randall said. "Are you with us, or against us?" He asked. "I know that you have been with us and all, but are you just gonna up and leave when you get back on your feet?"

Isn't it obvious? I asked myself, kind of hurt that they thought that way with me. "I'm with you guys, one hundred percent," I said.

"Then don't drag one of us around on a leash," Lilith said under her breath. I ignored her. Randall seemed pleased with my answer. Before they both left, Lilith turned to me.

"Hey, Mazikeen, don't be too hard on Hamish. He's been burnt before, and I don't want to see that again," She said cryptically. What does she mean by that? I thought as I watched Lilith and Randall leave.

I finished getting ready, trying to cast out the events that took place minutes before to the back of my mind.

I looked in the mirror before I left. I don't know why I was dressing nice. It wasn't a date. It was merely a get together between friends... right?

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Playlist/Songs:

- Wolves Without Teeth by Of Monsters And Men (OMaM)

- Your Bones by OMaM

- Wolf Bite by Owl City

- This Isn't The End by Owl City