Three months, three fucking months and Newton has been ignoring me again. I don’t know what I did or who messed with him, but this is driving me nuts. I’ve been contemplating calling my mother out of all people, and that can go of two ways. She’ll either tell me to calm down before I snuff myself out or to tell him straight up how I feel.

          Both options have my nerves on fire, my feelings moving all sort of ways. But as reluctant as my brain is I know she’s the only one to understand what’s really going on. I don’t even think Newton’s mother knows; I hope.

          Sitting out on the lawn out front of the school, fingers tapping away at the back of my phone in thought.

          “Fuck it…” I curse and hit the dial for her number, hearing the first ring I place it against my ear. The soft click and agitated sigh hit my ears.

          “You still haven’t told him?!” She immediately exclaims, a groan leaving my lips as I lift my hand to run through my dark hair.

          “Hi to you too Ma, and no, no I haven’t. This is a lot harder than it looks. Compared to you and the old man, you both got lucky as hell.”, “I’m not that old KIDDO!!” My fathers voice comes from across the room, barely legibly from where he was probably standing across the room. A smirk crosses my face at his voice.

          “Hey dad, am I on speaker?” The soft hum reaches my ears of affirmation, I lay back on the grass. “I don’t know what to do, he’s been ignoring me for the last three months. Just gives me the keycard to our room and leaves.”

          “You still haven’t found your keycard?”, “Nah.” I quickly respond, the feeling of eyes on my drawing my attention. Looking out of my peripheral vision I can see Garrett standing off to the side against one of the pillars out front a cigarette hanging from his lips. “But I have an idea who may have it. I just don’t want to be around them…” I hiss out the last bit of my sentence, my eyes drawing back up towards the clouding skies.

          “What do I do Ma? How did you confess your obsession to dad?” Laughter reaches my ears from the old man as shuffling and my mother finally answered.

          “Well, sweetie it took me till the middle of my second year to even pull the courage to ask him out on a single date, to tell him what we are and talking about the obsession was a whole different night in general.”

          “I had only read about the basic succubus/incubus by that point, you bet I was confused when she explained there where different types out there my mind was in a whirl. I- I was very simple minded back then.” My father’s voice slipped into the conversation with a soft chuckle making me shake my head with a smirk.

          “Took you over a week to come around to the idea. After that, full nosedive into a bunch of books, anything he could possibly find in the school’s religious section. Which was a whole different conversation about how it wouldn’t talk about or type. Had to give him that journal that my grandad gave me once I came of age.” After a moment of silence, the thought finally dawns on me as I sit up straight.

          “Which reminds me I’ll need that book, by any chance could you send it to me?” I ask as I push up off the grass, Garrett’s intense staring making me feel uncomfortable. “But, after everything that happened, it’s just making me feel like shit, and I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell him Ma.”

          “Well, I’ve explained to his mother what happened was more of a denial response at the time so maybe she’ll talk to him.” Those words make me freeze, my heart tightening as I the next words pulled out in a low stutter.

          “Y-You did what?!”

          ‘She wouldn’t have, would she? Oh shit… why do I feel nauseas suddenly? Holy shit I need to go. Need to get back to our room and chill out for a minute.’

          Curses fall from my lips in low mumbled breaths more towards myself then my mother who at this point has hung up as soon as silence was the only thing to meet her rapid-fire questions. Shoving my phone into my pocket as soon as my shoes meet the concrete walkway.

          ‘I’M SCREWED!!’

***

          “Do you think he’ll get up the courage to tell him?” Turning my body to face my husband who leans back against the couch the fireplace crackling against the wood as the light dances over his figure.

          “I do hope so.” He responds, placing the phone on the island I stride over to where he sits. Laying down beside him worry cloaks my words.

          “It’s going to end up draining him otherwise… The medicine can only do so much for him.” Lifting my hand my nails rack through his dark locks making his body move to lean against my touch. “I got lucky.” He hums shaking his head.

          “Other way around.”

***

          From this growing pit in my stomach has nearly made me immobile, my head aching and a weight becoming ever more conscious against my chest with every passing minute. Classes luckily going by fast as I could barely keep my eyes open. But now all I dread where the last afternoon class of the day, if I wasn’t there for that one it would be an all out fail in my record.

          Snapping upright the door flies open smacking the wall as I scramble to stay on the bed. Finding myself halfway off as curses fall from my mouth.

          “Fucking hell.” Pushing myself back onto the bed one hands stays behind me as the other goes to my chest as my heart underneath goes a mile a minute. “So, can I ask why you were trying to give me a heart attack?” The question falls into the silence and for a second Derek all but freezes in mid-step before the closest.

          “Thought you went to class already?” Confusion laces his words as he turns his head to look at me. Shrugging, I stretch and respond.

          “Nah, got another hour before class starts. Now do you want to tell me why you came barreling in here like hells hounds where on your tail? Or are you just going to dance around the question?”, “You’re one to talk.” He snaps back making the growing headache all to knowing against my skull.

          ‘Great attitude was not ready for a pissed off Incubus today. But he is right, I’ve been not much of a talker as of late myself. Whether it be because I’m sick or otherwise. Wait, why am I thinking like this? I shouldn’t be feeling bad about ignoring Derek out of all people. Dammit.’

          Falling back against my bed I throw my hands up over my eyes, the darkness a thankful calm to the thudding.

          “Look can we not argue right now? I’m not really feeling a hundred percent now.” I grumble letting my hands fall to my side the light surprisingly going off. Confused I sit up once more to look over a Derek’s blurred form. Now laid with his back to me on his bed.

          Silence falls between us until my alarm shouted making a still tired groan fall from my lips, I sit up and turn it off. Grabbing my glasses, keycard, from Derek’s side of the room, and decent attire I make my way out of the room. Giving Derek a once over the soft shaking from underneath his covers catch my attention.

          “If you need anything I still have the same number from back in middle school so, text me.” The words come out almost to quiet as I step out of the room and out into the hall a tinge of worry dancing against the back of my mind as I make my way to class.

          Stepping inside I can already feel the death glare from a mile away, from the corner of my eye Jackson is leaned back in his seat eyeballing my every move. I really wish I skipped class today, I already don’t want to be here. Taking my seat, the professor steps out of his back office, addressing us with a wave of his hand to the large white board.

          “Can anyone tell me what this equation means?”

***

          Sitting up in bed, the rapid chill that strikes my nerves makes my very body quake. Pulling the covers over my body, I move over to the closet rummaging through for a good minute or two I finally wrap my hands around what I had been looking for. Popping open the small silver container the smell of weed hits the air. I don’t smoke it very often, shit this is Garrett’s stash from about a week ago that I was able to steal thanks to the bartender.

          Temptation is a real bitch sometime; my fingers grip the joint between them as the other hand places the container down to dig for a lighter. After a good minute, I find one surprisingly hidden under Newton’s desk I never would have guessed. But unless he was a pyro, or something why would he have this? He hates drugs. I think.

          Opening the window besides the closet I lean against the wall below it, it would have been a rookie move to sit there and smoke where anyone could see. After a minute or two of just sitting in silence, I light the joint and take a long drag. Closing my eyes and holding it. Once I exhale a soft buzzing from across the room breaks my focus.

          Cursing I push off the floor with one hand the other still holding the joint as I move my blankets. Finding my phone within the folds the familiar caller ID of ‘Dumbass’ is displayed.

          “Nope, not killing this vibe for bullshit…” I grumble canceling the call and moving to sit back against the wall. Leaving the phone on my bed, I close my eyes and take a few more hits. That is before the annoying chime continues to bounce off the walls like a sick melody. “Fuck, Fine!!” I snap pushing myself back off the floor and towards the bed. Snatching up the phone I nearly break the screen with how hard I hit the answer button. “WHAT?!”

          “Wow babe did I hit a nerve?” Garrett’s voice comes through the speaker a joking tone against each word.

          “Look Garrett I’m not in the mood to play games right now. Why don’t you go mess with the girls in the strip room alright?” Drawing another lung full the weed easing my nerves as Garrett’s voice come out accusingly.

          “I’ve noticed that your really haven’t been in any mood recently. Unless it involves that freak.” Pausing for a minute he is probably waiting for me to say something but I’m to occupied. “Why is that?” He continues agitation making its place know against his vocal’s. “What’s that freak got that your attention is so dead set on him? Huh?! I thought you hated him?”

          “You wouldn’t understand.” I retort, the small wisps of smoke climbing from my lips.

          “I understand plenty you’re CHEATING on my with that fucking DOG!!”

          ‘Holy shit does he got things turned around.’

          Shaking my head, I lay the phone on the floor and let him continue his little rant. Little bits and pieces reaching my ears before finally just picking it back up and speaking.

          “Are you done?” For a moment he is silent, and I take that as a yes as I continue. “Garrett for one, we were never a thing to begin with so get that out of you head. Two, you call Newton a dog again and I’ll personally strangle the life out of you. Got it?” The new silence that followed was eerie as though he was trying to process what I was saying. Before a click reached my ears.

          ‘He hung up. Well, that makes things easier.’

          I can’t help the chuckle that pulls from my lips as I move to grab the silver tin, snuffing out what was left and closing it tightly. Placing it back into the closet I push back off the floor and fall into bed a weight off my shoulders as slumber made its way into my bones.

          ‘Hopefully Nerd gets back soon, I’m starving…’