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It’s now Monday morning. Eden and I have been dragging ourselves trying to get ready for the past hour. Thankfully classes don’t start till ten and we want to go to breakfast, but both of us are drained.
Eden is struggling the most out of us, her eyes are puffy and skin slightly pale. She slips on a pair of comfortable jeans and a Santorin T-shirt. The girl is only wearing two-inch sandals on her feet, not even attempting to wear the other stuff that she loves to. The clothing is what makes Eden, it’s how she expresses herself.
When I got up I shuffled my slow ass to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face. That only took a couple minutes but it felt like it took twenty.
It took more time to grab an old black T-shirt, slide into my cargo pants and slip on my Birkenstocks.
“I have never drank that much in my life,” I state emphatically to Eden as we both grab our shit to go down forbreakfast. It’s taken the whole damn weekend just to recover from Friday night.
It’s not like we all just holed up in our dorms sipping water and sports drinks trying to refuel our systems. On Saturday the majority of us cleaned up the dorms. That was the agreement if we want to have a party in here again.
Sunday we just laid around the dorms all day long. Sipping the hair of the dog and copious amounts of water.
We make our way outside to a very bright and sunny day. I frown, the weather should match our mood, gloomy and gray.
“You gonna eat?” I ask Eden who gives me a look like that’s the stupidest question she’s ever heard in her life.
Both of us finish ordering our food as Joss, Chance and Pierce come and sit down. Pierce and Joss look absolutely divine. Color to their skin, not pale and pasty and their shoulders aren’t slumped. They look like they’d been hooked up to an IV.
This leaves only Eden, Chance and I to suffer through the horrible consequences of our first college party of the year. Thankfully a lot of greasy food and hydration is still the best way to get over feeling like crap. Even though a few of us drank again on Saturday, I’m pleading the Fifth Amendment on that one.
I silently laugh, looking at my friends. We would’ve been feeling so much better if we would’ve drank water before we went to bed and taken some pain medicine. I always remind myself to do that, but I rarely remember.
All of us are in our own eternal bliss as we refuel and get ready to start another week at Santorin University. We casually steal food from each other’s plates as we eat in comfortable silence.
Three engineering students who look too fucking awake for me decide to sit down at the table next to us. There’s not much else to do besides eavesdrop. All of us listen as the two boysordered cheeseburgers, they must be here for lunch and the girl orders a salad.
“Did you know the governor’s kid was murdered?” A guy with glasses and very messy oily hair spits out.
Their table goes quiet for a few seconds as their food is delivered and they each take a bite.
The girl with them moves her salad around desperately eyeballing the hamburgers that both of the guys have.
One of the boys leans in, causing the other two to lean in. Wanting a quiet conversation without listening ears, which is the whole table next to them.
A chunkier boy sitting with the other two takes a bite of his hamburger, spitting little bits of ketchup as he continues to talk. “He was beaten almost to death, and then they said he was shot.” The same kid rips off another hefty bite, halfway finishing it before continuing. “My dad told me how Chris was attacked, it had to be hired out.” The other two gasp, realizing this was a hit at the same time we do.
“Chris was a piece of shit,” the girl states finally, taking a bite of her bland salad.
Our whole table is silent listening to the engineering students trying to talk lower, but they’re loud as hell.
I know my breath hitches a little bit, as Eden nudges me in the side. Nodding her head at the bigger engineering kid. “His father created the whole software program for the aerospace engineers. NASA has contracted with him several times.” I nod, that’s pretty cool as Eden leans in closer to me again, keeping her voice low. “The girl, I guess her mom createdTalk to Me, the app where you meet people through video conversations. You can change what you look like and the sound of your voice in the videos, until you know if you like them or not.”
“Wow.” I know exactly what that is. I actually used that app a few times, but it’s mainly for the younger students or those that are really into dating and hookups.
Eden continues mumbling things about the parents of these students, explaining who they are exactly. I try to zone her out and listen to what they’re actually talking about. Do they have any suspects? Anything? If they did, my problem would be solved.
It doesn’t matter, doesn’t even take that long because I feel the blood literally drain out of my face as my skin goes very pale.
I freaking saw Chris get murdered and I know that those guys are probably still looking for me. I should call my fucking father, he’ll be so damn disappointed.
“Bathroom,” I whisper as I get up and quickly jog as fast and as natural as I can toward the bathroom. I literally feel like I’m going to lose my lunch. God dammit, I watched somebody get killed the other night.
I don’t have a fucking choice anymore about what to do about it.
I’ve been pushing this out of my head and ignoring this whole situation because, yeah, that guy scared the crap out of me but, “fuck,” I hiss out.
Chris obviously wasn’t the best person in the world but did he deserve to die? Hell, I don’t know. I’m sure as shit not the jury, judge and executioner. He should have went to jail as a worst case scenario, but what do I know. I get my info from bored, gossipy college students.
