Page 64 of Distortion
‘Tell the pledges to wash the truck later,’ I tell Marcus.
He nods and I grab my glass of water. ‘You guys can do Shade’s Jag. Wax too.’
‘What?’ Rob splutters. ‘That shit’s for pledges.’
‘Do it.’
Pete lets out a huff. ‘Fuck, man. Is this ’cause we were mean to the retard?’
I can practically feel my eye twitching. If they call her that again, I think I might lose it.
I need to speak to Shade and Mav about this. We told the pledges to mess with her, yeah, but not the other members. The sophomores and the other juniors are mostly ignoring her, but not these three. They’re having fun being assholes to her. They’re enjoying it a lot and I don’t like it.
I follow Daisy up a minute later and I find her on the next floor leaning against the wall with her eyes closed.
‘Are you okay?’
‘Kinda dizzy.’
‘Look at me,’ I say to her.
She opens her eyes.
‘Does your head hurt?’
She nods, not moving.
‘I’ll see if I can find you something in one of the other guys’ rooms, okay?’
She nods again and I hold out my hand. ‘Do you need help back up the stairs?’
She looks down at my hand as if it’s going to bite her and shakes her head.
‘Okay,’ I sigh, ‘then you go up ahead of me in case you fall.’
She gives me a weird look and starts going up the stairs. She’s dressed in another pair of jeans and a tank top.
‘Don’t have a sweatshirt?’ I ask.
She glances back at me. ‘It’s wet.’
‘You don’t have another?’
She shakes her head.
At her room, she stops and looks at me expectantly. I quirk a brow.
‘Pills.’
Oh, right.
I go into Mav’s room and pretend to search, but I know he keeps a bottle in his nightstand. I grab two and find her still waiting in the hallway, her arms hugging herself.
‘When’s the rest of your stuff coming?’ I ask.
‘Stuff?’
‘Yeah. From the ... from the UK. Your clothes and ...you know, your stuff.’
