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Day 29   My eyes are glued to the clock on my night stand.  It’s 11:40 PM, and my brain reluctantly registers the implication of the time.  In twenty short minutes, it will be the beginning of the last day before Frost’s “offer” is completely off the table. I can’t believe how quickly the time has gone by. Twenty-nine full days, and they’ve all snuck away from me like nothing, even though each and every single one of them has been busy and hectic and miserable as hell. I tear… Leer más

Day 26   I smell puke. To be more accurate, I smell puke, gin, cigarettes, and more puke. There’s a guy passed out at the bar next to me, and I’ve been trying to wake him up for the last fifteen or so minutes to no avail. Last call was half an hour ago, and this son of a bitch is still passed out on the bar counter, snoring away under a puddle of his own vomit like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Typical Friday night at… Leer más

Day 23   My eyes are glued to my hands as I sit in an empty practice room, my fingers intermittently rising and falling against the long white keys of the grand organ piano, pressing down firmly as they move back and forth on the large, familiar instrument. I haven’t sung in three days, ever since Vito put me on blast and ruined what little remaining normalcy I had left in my life for the rest of my semester—and possibly school year. Still, it feels like it’s been an eternity… Leer más

“Oh, my God, you scared the hell out of me!” I hiss, my words breathy and leaving my lips in a panicked rush. It’s as if she appeared out of nowhere. I brace my hand against my chest, willing my startled heart to slow down. She’s the last person I expected to see, especially considering her department is way over on the other end of campus. I’m not really sure how to feel about seeing her here so unexpectedly. Something has to be wrong. “Sorry,” she simply offers, “but I… Leer más

Day 19   I pull open my locker door with way more force than it requires, and its slightly rusty metal hinges squeak loudly in response, protesting against my harsh actions. But I don’t give a damn. The stupid thing can fall right off and crumble to dust for all I care. I’m far too upset to be bothered about it. In fact, I’m upset, pissed off, disappointed, irritated, annoyed, and every other fucking word in the dictionary that’s synonymous with being angry. Vito has just replaced me permanently for… Leer más

Several minutes later and the barista continues to hover over Jamie, happily chatting away with him like I’m not even there while she eagerly scribbles his order on her little note pad, leaning her hip into the table right next to his arm. She turns to me briefly, her expression immediately turning bored. “And you?” she says with one brow arched in clear annoyance, as if the mere sight of me is pestering her. I can only sigh internally. I can’t even be mad. I brought this on myself, after… Leer más

Day 7 I glance down at my watch, my eyes gazing over the familiar black digits again. It’s 12:34 PM. As promised, I’m downtown, sitting at a table for two at Pearson’s waiting for my coffee “date” with Jamie. And he’s running late. Half an hour late. Of all the nerve. If anything, it should be the other way around. For crying out loud, this was his idea! I, for one, had definitely thought about just not showing up. I’d be lying if I said it didn’t cross my mind… Leer más

I slide the balcony door open once again, but as soon as I do my footsteps are halted by the view in front of me. My eyes go wide as I’m immediately greeted by the sight and and sound of utter chaos. All hell has literally broken loose. The football and basketball team members are getting into it, viciously tackling and lunging at each other for some reason unknown to me. My eyes dart around as surprise and confusion rob me of my ability to speak, and for several seconds,… Leer más

Music blares through the night, streaming loudly through the entire two-story duplex, the bass of the speakers booming through the floor. There are red plastic cups and fake cobwebs scattered everywhere. Halloween-themed decorations line the walls and furniture, and there’s an abundance of candy and candy-flavored alcohol all over the countertops. Loud, rowdy voices and even louder Pop music fill my ears, and in spite of the loudness around me, it’s hard to ignore the obnoxious laughter of some fellow dressed up as Gandalf sitting right across from me. We’re… Leer más

I walk around the store, pacing as I continue to wait for Trixie to finish up and pay and hoping that my legs will relieve my mind of some of its own incessant pacing, but it doesn’t. In fact, it actually makes it worse. I can’t stop thinking about that contract. I’ve tried countless times to wrap my head around the situation. There’s no way he could have really been serious about it…but then again, he hasn’t done or said anything since I last saw him to make me think… Leer más