Play it like a cameo, and watch her overflowSophie called just as I tackled Daniel, ripping the very last gummy tarantula out of his hand and stuffing it in my mouth. My reward is to be flipped onto my back and held down while he lets a long string of spit descend from his mouth until it almost touches my nose and then he sucks it back in. I break into a laughing scream, because Ew! Dancooties! He has the worst ones. Just like his brother, he sees absolutely nothing wrong with sneezing on people or cornering someone to pass gas in their face. Did I mention they throw food as well?
She’ll find a way to go down
Run like a candidate, like any minute made
You’ll find a way to go down
I’m sick of the faces, the scene and the light
We’ll be fine when the faces connect with the spine
Finally he lets me up and I feign throwing up and take the phone. Yes, my very sophisticated, pulled-together nemesis should be made to feel that much more superior by virtue of my ridiculous immaturity. I live in a frat house. Such is life here and I wouldn't change it for anything.
Hello?
Bridget, hi. Is this a difficult time to talk?
No, why?
I heard lots of...noises.
It's nothing. Why are you calling? (My God, look how fucking smooth I am!)
I wanted to...well, I wanted to see if you needed anything.
I'm guessing Caleb is there and you're discussing the state of my brain.
Well, actually-
Well, actually, Sophie, Caleb is the one who told me Jacob was still alive, and then he back-tracked just enough to make me seem crazy and then he made sure I am aware of what he is capable of doing by having some other very important documents altered. So there is no question in my mind what's wrong in my life. Clearly it's his presence. You might want to think about how knowing him might impact your own life. I would anyway, if I were you. Thankfully, I'm not.
*CLICK*
It felt so fucking good to hang up on her. Almost as good as not getting spit on by Danny.