Page 23 of Little Paper Games
I still didn’t like her. Not a bit.
But that kiss was hot as fuck, and that could be a ton of fun. My phone buzzed in my hand.
J- I’m home and fine. Thx.
Well, that was better than nothing.
I made my way upstairs to my room to settle in for bed. It had been a long night. One bottle of water and two aspirins later I was ready for sleep.
Buzz…. Buzz…. Buzz….
I grinned widely. Looks like I wasn’t the only one bothered by that kiss.
The next morning came quick. My alarm buzzed me awake at 5:00 a.m. as usual. For the first time since I moved in; however, I hit that snooze button. My head hurt and I was not ready to face the day.
When I was buzzed awake again at 7:00 a.m. I felt far more human and ready to function. My morning workout helped even further. By the time I’d showered and gotten dressed, the headache was gone, and I felt good. Really good.
As I sat there eating breakfast, the papers from last night caught my eyes. I looked them over again, and again.
And one more time for posterity’s sake. As I sat there thinking about what I could do with this information, it hit me.
I didn’t like her. She didn’t like me.
We both had things we wanted to try.
Neither of us could leave due to the lockdown.
It only made sense, right?
Bang! Bang!
Perfect timing. I ran to the adjoining door, opening all of my locks, and throwing the door open. Only to see Kenna looking pissed as fuck. Uh oh.
“Can you believe this?” she spat out tersely. Shit, she was pissed about last night.
“We have no fucking internet,” she spelled out for me, waltzing straight into my kitchen like it was nothing.
“Wait, what?” I pulled out my phone to check. Sure enough, no internet. “It looks like there is a pretty big outage.”
“I know there’s an outage, you idiot. It was the first thing I checked. But it gets worse,” she spat, turning to my fridge and opening it.
“Kenna, what are you looking for?” I asked her, scratching my head in confusion.
“I don’t know! I’m just… Ugh!” she groaned in frustration. “They closed the school down.”
“We’ve known that for a while, Kenna, did you not realize?” I spoke slowly. Maybe she was having a stroke or some weird episode. One could never tell.
“No, you halfwit! I mean the virtual stuff too. All classes are cancelled, effective immediately.” I grabbed my phone quickly, pulling up my email.
“Dammit, I can’t get connected even off of wi-fi.” She just looked at me like I was stupid. “That’s why you were so pissed about the internet, huh?” I asked sheepishly.
“Yup. We are effectively in a dead zone here without internet. I called my parents, and they broke the news to me about the school. We’re supposed to get notified in the coming weeks about the plan moving forward.” Her perturbed little ass grabbed the sack of grapes from the fridge and plopped onto the couch like she owned the place.
“Sounds like there’s not really anything we can do about it.” I grabbed a stem of grapes from the bag and sat down on the chair.
“Well, I don’t like that!” she exclaimed, pulling a nasty face about it.
“I can see that. But there’s no use getting all bent out of shape over it.” I needed to remember to grab these grapes again through the delivery service. Cotton candy grapes. Who knew?
