Kick Her Out

I stood up from my chair, casting her a contemptuous look. “I think you should go.” Whatever, whatever, whatever I was doing with this app didn’t have anything to do with stealing my best friend’s girlfriend. Sure I’d checked her score out, but I’d checked out the score of every woman in my life, even my mother’s. And no, this isn’t that kind of story.

“Oh come on!” She said, out right insulted that I wasn’t intrested in fucking on my roommate’s bed.

“You come on! What are you even doing here, you’re just going to fuck me because you’re bored?

“You are such a pussy.”

“Whatever.” I went for the door and opened it up for her. “Get out.” She gave her a long hard stare, before getting out of bed and walking towards me. (Fiona Autumn -3) (-45SP)She reached for the the key bowl, but I stopped her. “I don’t think you’ll be needing that any more.”

“Well it has my keys on it too, asshole.”

“Oh.” I took my hand away. “Well maybe, just slide our key off.”

“Listen.” She got real close to me, and I’m not terribly tall to begin with. So our heights were almost comporable. “Just because you weren’t down to fuck, doesn’t mean you get to go around destroying Brandy and my fun okay?”

“Well I mean.” I threw my hands up. “Does he know, you’re in an open relationship?” I am friends with liberals, so maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to automatically assume she was cheating on him.

“It doesn’t matter if he knows.” Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to second guess how quickly I assume things. “And you’re only going to make break his heart if you tell him.”

“I’m going to break his heart.” I nudged her towards the door. “Well Fiona it was nice knowing you, you were cool while it lasted.” I started to close the door, but she very cooly stuck her foot in before I could get it closed.

“Listen here fucker, you tell Brandy about this, and the two of us are going to have very different stories about what happened here.”

“What does that mean?”

She shrugged, then reached up to grab her collar with both hands, and ripped it. Then gave me an innocent look, as the fabric folded away to reveal more of her pale flesh. “I dunno. Just stay out of my way and you won’t have to find out.” She gave me a bright smile, and raised her hand to say goodbye. “Ta!”

As she twiddled her fingers, in a faux prissy manner, her sleeve fell away, and I saw on the underside of her wrist, a brand… just like mine. She didn’t seem to notice me noticing, and began to walk down the hallway, off to do whatever it is she does. “What they hell?” I whispered to myself, maybe landing closer to an answer than I realized. I opened my mouth to call out to her, but searing pain erupted from my own pentagram, and all I could do was wince as she made her exit.

So that gave me something to think about.

I think, my satanic investigation warranted a little more investment of time and care than I had initially judged.

I looked over at my corkboard which had up until now, been barren and unused after a year of being in college. No longer! I printed out a picture of Veronica and Marcy, stuck em’ on the board. I printed out a picture of them dragging my drugged body to the cafe, put it on the board. Took a picture of my oozy brand, put in on the board. I scrounged through Brandy’s side of the room, found a picture of Fiona, UP ON THE BOARD! I tried to look for any sign of her brand in the pictures, but she always wore those big stupid sweaters. So that was a no good. I found a picture of a girls’ wrist on the internet, printed it out, sharpied a pentagram up on the picture, and you guessed it, put it up on the board!

I stared up at all the clues I’d gathered and nodded my head knowingly. “I got nothing.”

It didn’t feel like any great insight into the nature of the crime was going to present itself by staring at this board. Quickly growing bored, I checked to see if Veronica had responded yet. Maybe she’d slip up and reveal the whole nature of the demonic crime she’d inflicted upon me. I’d asked if she thought I could blackmail Marcy into giving me nudes, just as I had with her. The response.

“You are so bad! You already got those yummy pictures, of me isn’t that enough?”

“Well you’ve already made up for your crimes against me, baby. But Marcy still has to get punished.”

“You’re insatiable. :^).”

“Maybe if you send me some more nudes, I won’’t think about Marcy. You’ve got to keep me satisfied or else, I’ll start looking for other sluts to chase after.”

“Don’t forget about those steamy texts earlier. We’ll both look like a couple of pervs if those get out. We better just keep this, our hot, little secret.”

“Fine, but we can’t this a secret forever. Eventually someone is going to find out about us, and we’ll both be in big trouble.”

Boom it didn’t really matter what she wrote next, after that. I had her right where I wanted her… now we just had to wait until tomorrow to see if it was going to pay off. My idea what that had been to get a few text messages that made it look like Veronica and I were in on something Marcy wasn’t. Tomorrow I’d show Marcy the text, and see if I could use that to find out more about what happened to me.

There was a knock at my door, and I half expected it to be Fiona with the campus police. I really had no idea what that woman was capable of now. Just so we’re clear, I’d known her almost my whole time in college. She was not some fling Brandy had only just picked up. They were THE couple in my life, always together. Then this, happens out of nowhere. This past week was starting to make me think that the reality I was living in wasn’t as solid as I’d thought. I could see, and feel everything starting to fray at the ends.

I opened my door, ready for whatever it was, cultist, cop, or cutie.

I lucked out, it was a cutie. Hannah, still looking very annoyed, held out a sheet of paper with the notes she’d taken for me. I smiled and took, it and really looked very grateful. “Analog, nice!” She smiled at that. “Thank you so much. I had a lot of weird stuff to deal with this morning, I feel like I used that excuse last night too.”

“You did.”

“It’s hard being me, what can I say?” I clapped my hands together. “Is it time for lunch? Let me treat you to something. Let me actually do it this time.”

She shook her head. “It’s only Ten.”

“Oh shit.” I fetched my bag. “I have to get to class.” I jumped out the door and closed it behind me. A little off put that Fiona had the key, and was out for revenge. I shook that off, I’m a being who lives on anxiety and I still hadn’t quite figured out where the satan shit should sit in relation to general college anxiety, for the moment I decided, it was a lesser threat to my future. “Thanks for the notes!” I leaned in and kissed Hannah on the cheek, before jetting down the hall. “I still want a rain check on that lunch! We’ll talk Wednesday!”