The Eighth Time

Chapter 8 : Restless

Chapter 8

Restless

 

I didn’t see Liesel for the rest of the day, which seriously worried me since we had most of our classes together. If she wasn’t skipping, she definitely rocked at hide and seek. And that was problematic because during the lunch break Nadia-Big-Tatas had made eye contact with me—the kind of eye contact that lasted more than five seconds and was clearly acknowledge by both parties. And the only female I hung out with and that could tell me just exactly what it meant wasn’t here.

            Hi, my name is Keegan Bundy, and I’m looking for my creepy slightly sociopathic, entirely insane, questionably heterosexual, girl person.

  

            The day went by, and no sign of her. I especially missed her during lunch time because she sort of fed me and now I was kind of starving, and I knew there would be nothing in the fridge when I got home.

The thought depressed me. I walked home, feeling worse and worse, with each step I took away form the school. It was Friday night. That meant I wouldn’t see Liesel until Monday, and I wouldn’t be able to ask her about Nadia until then. She had talked about a party on Saturday, but she had no idea where I live or how to contact me, so at least I got out of that one. Still, the prospect of spending my entire weekend alone, doing nothing made me feel especially bad.

            No one was home, of course, when I arrived. And the fridge was empty, as always. I dragged my feet to my room, dropping by backpack on the ground by my door and crawled to my bed, closing the curtain of the window over it.

I was all alone, as always, and suddenly all my gloom came crashing down on me. I hadn’t felt that bad all week long. Thanks to Liesel I had a few amusing moments here and there. And I was no realizing just how much her presence had an effect on me.

Suddenly, I heard a sound and frowned, looking around, but it stopped so I just shrugged it off and kept on feeling miserable.

“Stop jerking off Bundy and open the window,” Liesel’s voice screamed from the other side of my window, tapping against it—that was the sound.

I crawled to the window, pushing the curtain aside and saw her beaming face. I shook my head in disbelief.

Only Liesel…

I opened the window. “What are you doing here?” Part of me wasn’t even surprise to have her pop out of nowhere like this.

“We have nine seasons of How I Met Your Mother to watch,” she explained, showing me a DVD case.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.” She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you listen when I talk? I mentioned this.”

I raised my eyebrows. “And you want to do this now, and here?”

“Yes. Aren’t you alone?” She looked around our yard. “There’s no car in the drive way.”

“Yeah I am, speaking of which,” I scratched my head, “doors aren’t your thing?”

She grinned. “I like to make dramatic entrances.”

It was my time to roll my eyes. “Of course.”

“Now, scooch over, I’m sliding in,” Liesel warned, and threw a grocery bag inside before hoisting herself up and into the room, throwing herself, face first onto my bed.