Ewan doesn’t like Alice. Alice probably doesn’t like Ewan. They sit next to each other, paired up only by virtue of their surnames which start with a D and E respectively. Alice doesn’t pay attention much in class, she’s too popular for that, and someone will probably give her the answers anyway, the only time she’ll ever have to actually work will be for the A-Level exams in two months.
There’s a lot that Ewan knows about Alice that she’s unaware of. He knows that she lost her virginity at sixteen. He knows her and Jacob disappear in his car…
‘So?’ she says.
Mark lifts his head from the pillow and sits off the side of the bed with his feet on the floor, phone pressed to his ear. The clock on his dresser indicates it’s three-twenty in the morning, he lets out a muted sigh.
‘So, do you think you are?’ Rachel says, the line’s a bit rubbish so her voice crackles as she talks.
‘I don’t think so, no,’ he says.
‘Bullshit, we all are, that’s what I’m trying to say. The way we all act, it’s dreadfully narcissistic. That’s social media’s fault.’
‘So you’re calling me…
Toby likes to wear oversized corduroy shirts. Luke prefers to buy official brand artist smocks, he ties his hair up into a bun. Toby doesn’t have enough hair to replicate this, it’s unfair, Luke looks much more like an artist than he does right now. Camilla sits on a velvet chair with wooden legs in front of them, she wears no clothes, a light white sheet wraps around her. She shuffles slightly and Luke gives her a sort of annoyed gaze.
‘Would you mind holding still, please? It won’t be much longer,’ he says.
She rolls her eyes softly, reserves…
Melissa shows Adam in. With the door open she can feel the outside air, it’s humid, sticky, and it washes over her like a thick blanket. The door shuts, she’s cool again now. Colin told her that she wouldn’t need the air-con on, and that opening the windows would be enough, she hadn’t listened to him. Adam sits on the sofa, then pours himself a glass of water from the carafe on the table. Melissa slides the sign on the door to occupied. She perches on the seat opposite him and picks up her notepad and pen.
‘So Adam, how’re…