Frozen(13)

"This is it," I whispered to Sean.

"So hide it," he hissed.

I spun around in a circle and realised I couldn't hide it without Neala seeing it so with a desperate thought I ran for the door and quietly opened it. I placed the box next to the doorframe outside and very carefully closed the door again. I quickly retook my seat next to a bemused Sean and tried to calm down.

"Why did you put it out there?" he mumbled.

So she wouldn't see me with it and beat me to death with it after she got it back.

I swallowed. "So she wouldn't see it. I'll pick it up on the way out."

Sean raised he eyebrows. "But what if someone outside takes it?"

I froze.

I hadn't considered that.

"Then I'll hunt them down and kill them, then I'll take the doll back."

Sean blinked. "Okay, Rambo."

I unexpectedly chuckled, and mentally thanked him for easing the tension that was building up in the room.

I licked my lips. "Do you think she will notice it's gone?"

"No. Or at least not right away," Sean replied.

We'd have to leave soon just in case she did spot it was missing, I'd die in this apartment if that happened.

"What the hell is she doing in there?" I muttered.

Sean snorted. "Probably talking herself out of killing you, and me for bringing you here."

That sounded like Neala.

I smirked. "I think you might be right."

We sat in silence for a minute or two then sat up straight when Neala entered the room with a single glass of water in her trembling hands.

"I put ice in it," she mumbled, and looked down as she handed the glass to me.

I blinked.

Did she remember I only drank ice water, or was it a coincidence?

"Thank you," I said and took the glass from her.

She nodded and moved back across the room and sat back down on the lounge chair. I didn't mean to do it, but I ran my eyes over the glass of water, inspecting it for any signs of foul play. It wasn't that much of a dick move. It was Neala we were talking about after all, she could have easily poisoned it for all I knew. I wasn't taking any chances.

When I was sure, or a sure as I could be, I took a sip of the water and swallowed. I sighed as the ice cold liquid slid down my throat and quenched my sudden thirst. I took a large gulp of the water, followed by another, and another, until the glass was drained of water and left with only ice cubes gathered at the bottom.

"Thirsty?" Sean asked from my side.

His voice was teasing.

"Not anymore," I said, smiling.

I looked away from Sean, and looked to Neala who was watching me with interest.

"Is this were we set up a playdate?" she sarcastically asked.

Sean laughed and stood up. "That doesn't sound like a bad idea because we have to get going. I have to get Charli from her last day of school before the holiday break and this fella is giving me a lift since Jess took the truck to work with her today."

Neala shot upright. "Okay, that's fine. Thanks for stopping by."

I smirked.

She couldn't wait to be rid of us, mainly me.

"It was nice... talking to you, Neala," I lied.

It wasn't nice, it was both torture and amusing as hell.

Neala swallowed. "And you, Darcy."

Bullshit.

She was physically sick just saying that.

I stood up, turned and walked to the door, opened it and stepped outside. I quickly scooped up the pink wrapped box and held it in front of me as I walked down the hallway not waiting for Sean, who was still back in Neala's apartment probably getting his arse chewed out for bringing me by.

I didn't care though because I pulled one over on Neala for a change.

I got the doll, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

Ha-ha-fucking-ha.





I stared at my hall door and wondered what the hell just happened.

Sean was always weird and came over to my apartment at random times, but Darcy, that eejit never stepped foot in my place for good reason... until today.

Why?

He was even... nice to me.

He smiled at me a few times, too.

Not a grin or a smirk, an actual smile.

"I don't get it," I muttered as I locked my front door and backed away from it like Darcy could burst back through it at any moment.

Why was he here?

I know it wasn't so we could 'start getting along with one another' like he claimed. Even Sean, who was all for us getting along, gave Darcy a funny look when he said that. Like he knew, just as well as I did, that what Darcy was saying wasn't remotely true.

I could see right through Darcy's bullshit, but I didn't understand why he'd said the nonsense he did. I didn't even understand why he was in my apartment in the first place. Everyone, apart from Darcy, was sick of our feud. I knew he liked it, I knew he looked forward to seeing me just so he could piss me off. He was demented.