6 August 2012
-TIFFANY- "T, we can call you that right?" Kim said from within her drink induced haze. "Go for it!" I said, smiling at her and laughing a little about how slurred her words were. "I, I mean we. We want to tell you that we're so proud of you and Nate. Truth be told, we've all fantasised over him, haven't we girls?" she said, turning to the rest of the hockey team minus Mollie. "Oh god yes!" "He's like our dream man!" "Oh that body..." Came various responses from the girls, who were all enjoying yet another shot. "Thank you girls, do I need to remind you that he's married now?" I said, presenting them with my ring for them to admire yet again. "Oh T! It's so glorious, I can't believe you're with him! He's such a catch!" Amelia cried, in her thick and heavy British accent. "Thanks Milly! I've got something to tell you guys as well, and not many people know about this, especially not Mollie, but Nate and I are expecting another child. You can't tell a soul until after our party this weekend though, okay?" "No way! That's incredible!" they squealed, hugging me and cooing over me. "That's why you're not drinking!" Milly cried from her dazed position on the floor. "Nate banned me I'm afraid!" I said, suddenly realising that I had 9 months left of watching other people enjoying themselves whilst I remained stone cold sober. "What about the team though?" Kim asked all of a sudden, holding me by my shoulders and looking back at me aghast. "Well I'm only captain for a few weeks anyway, so I doubt it'll get in the way of matches and stuff" I said. "But we want you to stay on for the whole season" "What? We've only trained once!" I said in shock. "But you're so nice to us. Mollie would never invite us back to her room and she wouldn't be so kind during training" Kim said, sobering up before my very eyes. "Sure, she's a better player. Then again, I'm not sure anyone in the world is better at hockey than Mollie... But she's got the worst attitude imaginable!" "She is amazing, but she isn't that bad" I said, feeling my natural intuitions igniting as I started to defend my best friend. "It's jealousy that caused it. She always told us she wanted to marry Nate; and now you have, she doesn't stand a chance!" Milly said, cackling through her drink. "Is that true?" I said, feeling incredibly dark inside. "Oh god yeah! She even doodled 'Mollie Cole' on the wall in here! Look!" another girl said, pointing to the area of wall to the side of the wardrobe. "She did it when you were at home before you came back to school, after--" "Yeah I know. I'm trying not to think about that" I said, blocking it from my memory. As I looked at the wall, by the head of where her bed used to sit, she had written in her loopy script 'Mrs Mollie Cole' three times. They were smudged slightly, which gave me the impression that she'd rested her hand on it in despair, or tried to erase it slightly. "Which room is she staying in?" I asked the girls immediately. "F24 I think. Why?" "Go back to your rooms now, I've got to go and see her" I replied, holding the door open for them. "Fine. Night" they all said to me as they dispersed back into their rooms.
-NATE- My phone beeped from where I was sat in the boy's common room, playing a game of snooker with Charlie. Initially I ignored it, but when I glanced over and looked at the screen, I noticed it was from Tiffany so I dived across the table to respond as quickly as I could. 'Nate, can you meet me in F24 in the girl's dorms? Something we need to do. T x' "Charlie, sorry to leave but Tiffany needs me back, so I should probably go. We'll play again tomorrow at some point, yeah?" "Sure mate. Is something up? I know you two are married now but you seem really really protective over her all of a sudden. What's up?" "You'll find out at our party at the weekend, I left the invite on your bed. Sorry, I'll explain everything then" I replied as I dashed off to find Tiffany, who sounded a little distant in her message. I made my way to the first floor, where all the rooms wee labelled 'F', and made my way along the left hand side of the corridor, where every room was an even number. As I counted down the room numbers from 40, my mind began to wonder what was happening in this particular room. 40, 38, 36: maybe she just wants to talk, somewhere away from everyone else we knew. 34, 32, 30: maybe the girls were in here having their little party? 28, 26: what if she was feeling ill again and there was something wrong with the child? Just as this thought crossed my mind, I hurried down the last few metres, heart racing and head spinning. I flung the door to F24 open, and when I did, I realised that all my reasons were in fact incorrect.
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