Chapter 35
Chapter thirty-five
Isla
Istretch my arms and legs out, fully taking over the bed as I do so.
Good, I feel good. Last night was a bunch of laughs. I'm not even sure what happened to the rest of them all after Liam and I called it a night and went to bed, but I know for a fact I need to find out.
Not bothering to change out of my PJs, I slip on my UGGs and make a beeline for Fauna and Ru’s room. Banging on the door, I shout through for them to wake the fuck up.
Not a chance am I going in there. I learnt my lesson the first time and I’ve still got the mental scars — no matter how hard I’ve been trying to erase them — to prove it.
A few minutes tick by and I bring out the big guns. ‘I’m going to get Elsa!’
Immediately, I hear rustling on the other side. At least I know something is alive in there. Then a very rough-looking Fauna peeps her head out.
‘Why are you awake this early?’ she rasps as she curls in on herself.
‘C’mon, let’s get the others.’
Fauna grumbles a response that I ignore.
Not bothering to wait for her to get her shit together, I'm already spinning on my heels.
She was never good with hangovers, and I know for a fact she spent half of the night puking her guts up, so I definitely want to stay up wind of her and her deadly hangover breath.
I’m giddy with excitement as we wander to go get Liz. I have a little more pep in my step than Fauna whose movements resemble more of a zombie than anything else.
And like the psycho Elizabeth is, she’s already awake and dressed.
‘Of course you’re alive,’ Fauna grumbles. ‘Why did I get stuck with the two that don’t drink?’
‘I do drink, just not right now. Pregnant, remember.’
‘Doesn’t explain her.’
Elizabeth shrugs in response.
‘Let's get the others and debrief.’ I hurry us along the corridor, a fragile Fauna and a grumbling Elizabeth in tow.
‘I doubt we’ll find them.’ Liz pipes up from behind us.
Fauna and I both spin around.
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’
We’re both rigid and Fauna seems to have woken up at the thought of what Elizabeth's statement could mean.
‘Chill,’ Liz waves us off. ‘I mean, I doubt they slept in their own beds.’
‘Oh… ohhh.’ Fauna clicks on the second I do.
Not bothering to knock, I swing the door open to where they stay and gasp.
‘Those dirty stop outs!’
Fauna peeks her head under my shoulder, inspecting the empty room with me with a slack jaw.
‘All the stick they’ve given us about fucking Skulls and now they’ve all gone and done the same!’
‘They’re never going to live this down!’
I move into the room, motioning for the two of them to follow. ‘C’mon.’
‘What you doing?’
‘I’ve got an idea.’
Their room is bigger than ours, not that it matters since only Elizabeth uses it now.
Two sets of bunkbeds stand against either side of the room, and a sofa bed like the one I used to sleep on sits in between them, pressed underneath a small window overlooking the stadium.
Sunlight pours through the open curtains, illuminating the bundles of blankets on the floor beneath the unmade sofa.
I inspect the blankets, something looking off about them, and scream. ‘What’s tha—’
A hand waves from beneath the pile, along with some wispy strands of bright pink hair.
‘Shame, nothing but shame surrounds me. Leave, save yourselves!’