Right back to square one.
If I had known that Veronica's reaction to me kissing her would be ravishing me right back, despite the fact that she had just broken up with Duncan, I quite possibly would have kissed her a lot sooner.
Though it couldn't have really helped the situation any better. Not even a little. Keith Mars catching us the morning after without any clothing wasn't exactly the best wake up call ever. The morning after would have been a lot more tender maybe if there hadn't been the mess of dealing with Veronica's dad. I was already a bad guy in his mind, there was nothing about sleeping with his daughter that was going to prevent him changing his opinion of me to really bad guy.
I was now the really bad guy whom which he was investigating the innocence of. I'm pretty sure that Veronica had enough evidence to convince that there was more to the case than just not knowing who the hell the killer is and what they had against me. That's a small relief.
To say the I missed her from the minute I had been officially re-uninvited from the house would be an understatement. Veronica and I still needed to talk. We had pesky things we hadn't even bothered working out. Talking to her e-mail wasn't really even sufficient in doing that either. Once someone gets the taste of the real thing it's not as if you want to go back to a substitute.
Talking about bad reactions. How about the violent allergic reaction Duncan had to the news that I had spent all night with Veronica. So much for repairing friendships, huh? It was pretty clear that I was uninvited there - until he'd at least gotten past wanting to bruise me as much as I wanted to bruise him. Hell, I did steal Veronica away, but she wanted it. Man, she wouldn't be with me if she didn't want it that way. Anyway, all of me got the fairly clear message that I'm not going to stick around there.
Best new year ever. Opting to be lazy and sleep in dad's yacht seemed like the idea of the moment, even though I'd barely set foot in it since last year. It sat with his things still there and some of mom's things that she'd left. I had no effort to clean it out. I just packed my things in a box and put it on the floor next to the bed.
Back to fucking step one. Excluding the fact that I had Veronica, sort of.
I was without all the other things that I both needed and didn't need. I didn't have to go down the list of being without Lilly, being without Duncan, without parents that I couldn't help despising both for different reasons, without a house. The damn yacht wasn't even close to home.
But I had Veronica, and that was more than just something.
Monday morning, after putting up the Out Of Order sign on the door, I slipped into the girl's washroom nearby Veronica's locker before first period to wait for her.
At least, I'd have good memories of the girl's washroom her. No matter how disturbingly clean it was compared to the boy's washroom and no matter how disturbing it still was just to be a boy in there. So wrong.
Though it couldn't have really helped the situation any better. Not even a little. Keith Mars catching us the morning after without any clothing wasn't exactly the best wake up call ever. The morning after would have been a lot more tender maybe if there hadn't been the mess of dealing with Veronica's dad. I was already a bad guy in his mind, there was nothing about sleeping with his daughter that was going to prevent him changing his opinion of me to really bad guy.
I was now the really bad guy whom which he was investigating the innocence of. I'm pretty sure that Veronica had enough evidence to convince that there was more to the case than just not knowing who the hell the killer is and what they had against me. That's a small relief.
To say the I missed her from the minute I had been officially re-uninvited from the house would be an understatement. Veronica and I still needed to talk. We had pesky things we hadn't even bothered working out. Talking to her e-mail wasn't really even sufficient in doing that either. Once someone gets the taste of the real thing it's not as if you want to go back to a substitute.
Talking about bad reactions. How about the violent allergic reaction Duncan had to the news that I had spent all night with Veronica. So much for repairing friendships, huh? It was pretty clear that I was uninvited there - until he'd at least gotten past wanting to bruise me as much as I wanted to bruise him. Hell, I did steal Veronica away, but she wanted it. Man, she wouldn't be with me if she didn't want it that way. Anyway, all of me got the fairly clear message that I'm not going to stick around there.
Best new year ever. Opting to be lazy and sleep in dad's yacht seemed like the idea of the moment, even though I'd barely set foot in it since last year. It sat with his things still there and some of mom's things that she'd left. I had no effort to clean it out. I just packed my things in a box and put it on the floor next to the bed.
Back to fucking step one. Excluding the fact that I had Veronica, sort of.
I was without all the other things that I both needed and didn't need. I didn't have to go down the list of being without Lilly, being without Duncan, without parents that I couldn't help despising both for different reasons, without a house. The damn yacht wasn't even close to home.
But I had Veronica, and that was more than just something.
Monday morning, after putting up the Out Of Order sign on the door, I slipped into the girl's washroom nearby Veronica's locker before first period to wait for her.
At least, I'd have good memories of the girl's washroom her. No matter how disturbingly clean it was compared to the boy's washroom and no matter how disturbing it still was just to be a boy in there. So wrong.