Tonight couldn’t have come at a better time. Everyone is on edge. It’s getting close to graduation and many of us are still waiting to hear back from colleges or summer jobs, and there’s a lot of questions going around asking what the hell we’re all going to do when all our plans inevitably go to hell.
Tully seeing Gina only managed to stir up all these feelings within her that’s she’s been working her ass off to forget. That small insight into what Rivers’ life must have been like as a kid was enough to kill us all, but Tully…she’s not coping. She’s more desperate than ever to get him back. All I think she wants to do is hold him and tell him it’s going to be ok and the fact that she can’t, makes it so much worse.
I don’t know how we’ve managed to survive the past week on the Anton front. He hasn’t bothered us since the whole ‘in the middle of the road’ thing and the ‘ransack Violet’s home looking for his gun’ incident. Noah hasn’t even received a threatening text. My guess is that Noah either knocked him out really good or that he’s laying low, keeping himself hidden away as to not draw any attention after the break-in.
We haven’t heard anything from the cops about the gun and I’d be certain that the forensics on it would be complete by now, but who are we to them? We’re just kids who happened to ‘find’ the thing. Good Samaritans who handed in a lost gun. They have no need to inform us and if I were in their shoes, I’d have done the same thing.
The only care I have right now is that we’re safe and all living to see another party. What more could I ask for?
Tully has a rare smile on her face that somehow Spencer has been able to maintain over the past week. Aiden is continuing to claw his way inside our hearts and even managed an epic revenge plot on Stacey Lasno which he plans on carrying out tonight. It’s going to be ridiculous.
Noah has been having the best time volunteering for the fire department to the point that I think he’s seriously reconsidering his future. He hasn’t said anything yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he told me that he’s considering a career in firefighting.
And me? I’ve just been keeping on. Studying and killing it at school, making sure I have the best possible chance at making a future for myself. Hell, if the whole scholarship thing never happens, I’ll look into working for a year or two to save a little money to then be able to go to community college.
“Just pick something already,” Aiden groans from my bed, laying back and flicking through one of the many trashy magazines that have been tossed aside. “I want to go already. I’ve been dying to get that little bitch back all week. Do you have any idea how hard it was to stop myself from calling her out all week?”
“I know,” I laugh, pulling out my third pair of jeans as Tully tosses a tank at my head. “Just trust me when I say that waiting for the perfect moment makes it so much better.”
“I don’t doubt your superior revenge skills. I just wish we could put them into practice already.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Tully says, wagging her finger at Aiden as she jumps up and down, trying to pull on the tiniest skinny jeans I own. “Patience is a virtue.”
“Excuse me?” I laugh. “Since when do you spout that crap? You’re the worst for having patience.”
“I know,” she laughs, still working on the jeans. “But I’ve been holding onto that quote for ages just waiting for the perfect opportunity to use it.”
I roll my eyes before pulling the black tank top over my head and looking at my reflection in the mirror that hangs inside my closet door. The tank sits low over my tits but with a hot jacket and my combat boots, this outfit will look badass.
I get back to work, pulling on my jeans and searching the bottom of my closet for my boots when Noah slams his way through the door. “Stop what you’re doing,” he announces excitedly to the room.
“No,” Aiden groans, throwing his hands in the air. “Don’t tell them that. Do you have any idea how long it just took me to get them to quit talking and actually start getting ready?”
Noah smirks, knowing the feeling all too well before turning to his sister and grunting at her. “What the fuck are you doing?” he asks as she groans and grunts while doing some sort of weird squat and tugs on the jeans.
“They won’t go all the way up,” she moans. “But I really want these ones.”