Elysian ☼ Gamer's Guide

1.2

The Gaming Club

W.C. 3990

"That could be the computer they used on the Mayflower"

**********

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz. My hand travels around my bed searching for my phone. Once I find it I accept the call not even seeing who was calling.

"Faye? Are you feeling any better?" Asks Franklin.

"No. You asked me an hour ago."

"I know, but I told you that I'd check in on you after every class"

"I know, and I told you not to" I hear a sigh in the other end and then Ashley shrieking. I don't even wanna know.

"What are you guys doing?" Asks a familiar voice. I immediately sit up straight in bed and listen closer.

"We just found a trash can full of puke!" Yells Wendell.

"Cool! Guys, our days of sneaking in gaming are over. The school's charter says, "'Any students with a shared interest can be recognized as an official athletic club!"' Says the voice.

"Franklin, is that Conor? I thought he went back on the tour?" I ask, now upset.

"It turns out he wanted to stay." Says Franklin.

"Why? To make my life a living hell?" I mumble sarcastically.

"Calm down Faye. He won't bother you if you don't let him." I sigh knowing he's right

"Okay. I'm going to hang up now. I need sleep. And please don't call me again until you get home." I say

"Okay. Bye Faye." After I say my goodbye I hear Ashley yell a goodbye into the phone and Conor scoff. I roll my eyes and hang up. Don't let it get to you. After a while of trying to go back to sleep and tossing around in bed, I decide sleep isn't best for me right now. Of course I'm not home sick from actually being sick. My period is the worst. I grab my phone and begin scrolling through my Instagram. I stop at a photo of Wendell and what looks to be a possum in a trash can of puke. Now I need to throw up. And I'm not sure if it's from Wendell's face or the possum.

**********

I'm pulled out of my thoughts as I hear a knocking on my door. I roll my eyes and holler a hold on. I quickly walk downstairs and open the front door to see Conor standing there.

"You look horrible" he says. I roll my eyes and  begin shutting the door only to have it get stopped by his foot. "That's not what I meant Faye."

"Go away" I say.

"I just want to talk to you Faye. Please listen." I again roll my eyes and attempt to shut the door. Noticing that he's not moving his foot and probably doesn't plan on leaving I walk away from the door and back up stairs. I get to my bedroom door but before I can open it my arm is pulled back and my body collides with Conor's. I stay quiet not daring to move from our close proximity. "I need your help Faye. Please" I sigh and shake my head.