Page 139 of Driftwood Daffodil 2

Although Memphis would argue that my voice had the power to deafen people, and I did get kicked out of the church choir, but who could sing in A flat? What even was that? Flat? As if the note was previously inflated then popped.

Memphis: What are you trying not to feel, Nova?

Me: Well, my attention is drawn back to my previous statement of I hate you, so, I’m going to go with that.

Memphis: Fine. You go listen to music. I prefer to do something more useful with my time. Like give into the way I feel, and let my boyfriend fuck the shit out of me.

Eww.

Me: You do that.

Memphis: I will. Have fun with 4 Non Blondes. I’m going to have some mind blowing orgasms.

Again, eww.

Me: My ears are about to orgasm so take that.

With that, I clicked on my song, dropped my phone on the mattress and flopped back on my bed.

I sunk back into the music and sang along, but couldn’t get what Memphis said out of my head. Obviously, he didn’t know what he was talking about.

If I liked Gio Mancini then I would’ve missed him today, which I didn’t. Yes, I may have mentioned a couple of times that I thought it was odd that I hadn’t heard from him since this morning, and he wasn’t in school, but that came from suspicion and nothing else.

Besides, Gio wasn’t the only absence at school. Atlee also wasn’t there. One missing asshole from the trio was a pleasant surprise. Two was a problem. Especially when the third followed me around all day like a guard. That meant Gio left someone there to watch me. As if he thought I was going to do something.

What could I possibly do when Gio wasn’t there? It wasn’t like I was going to break into his locker and go through his stuff. That plan when out the window when I saw Darry shadowing me.

Needless to say, I was not impressed. Neither was Darry when I told him to stop grabbing my ass a little too loud in chapel.

I’d never seen a nun move so fast in my life. Sister Mary Of The Hallway was across the room cracking a ruler off his hand before I could blink. Between her and Sutton, I was starting to wonder if divine devotion gave people superpowers.

I was also pretty sure Darry wanted to kill me now, but he’d be in detention for at least a week. So, I had time.

If only Memphis was in chapel, then I could’ve gotten his ass thrown in detention too. But no, he had mascot stuff to do. So, I made sure to tell Chuck about Greg. Who was Greg? I had no idea, but Chuck now thought Memphis had a crush on him. Let’s see how many mind blowing orgasms he has now.

At least I accomplished something. I still had no idea what Gio was up too though. The last time I heard from him was this morning when sent me a text telling me to be good. I replied with a bite me dickhead. That was over eight hours ago and he hadn’t responded.

I didn’t even see the bubbles pop up to tell me he was typing something. It was just silence, which was never a good thing when it came to Gio Mancini.

What is he up to?

I heard the screen door creek open, followed by my sister’s voice. “Nova, are you home?”

The truck parked out front should’ve answered that question, but whatever.

“In here.” I called back.

A few seconds later Veda appeared in my doorway. “Why is the sidewalk blue?”

“I mistimed the detonation.”

The second spray-paint can however went off right on time. It was fantastic. Billy and Kyle would be blue for week.

Veda blinked a couple of times before saying, “What?”

What was so hard to understand about that explanation? “The detonation device on the spray paint went off early.”

I couldn’t make it any clearer than that.

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