IDIOT AND THE BEAST

a/n: hey bitchesssss!!! guess who's back- it's your fav-

-nop, im not labelling myself. and sorry for calling you all bitches, i love y'all <3 don't hate me please.

-anyways, yes ik i said i won't be updating and will be focusing on editing tbotb and i have like 20 more chaps left to edit, but i just couldn't resist and so here's another chapter and my poor attempt at trying to be funneh :-)

CHAPTER 15 — I'LL GO IF HE GOES

[DANESH]

"Hi," Val greets me as she gets into the car, "I told you Josh can drop me off, you didn't have to come,"

"Well, I was about to head home too, so it's alright," I shrug, stepping on the accelerator as soon as she closes the door and puts on her seatbelt, driving away from the hellhole or otherwise also known as school.

"Oh yeah, the urgent matter that made you abandon me in the middle of the road," she turns towards me, "How do that go?"

"Good, good," I nod as nonchalantly as I can, stepping on the accelerator a bit more, so we can get to our house faster.

"What is it about?"

"A friend,"

She buys the lie easily, as that is the usual excuse I use whenever I feel like spending some alone time at Lost House. I don't really have any friends — not in school, or anywhere, and it has never bothered me. Who needs friends anyways?

And then a few minutes later, she suddenly asks, "How come I've never met any of your friends?"

Good question, I think to myself, I'll let you know after consulting my non-existent friends.

To Val, I just shrug.

"You're not hanging out with shady people, are you?"

I glance at her passively and she narrows her eyes at me, and I roll my eyes, "No," I shake my head. "Just normal people,"

"And not once in three years, have I seen them," she comments.

"You never asked before,"

"But you know my friends,"

"Unfortunately,"

She becomes silent for a moment and I think that she is over discussing the topic, but boy, how wrong I am.

"Is it a girl?" she blurts out, "You have a girlfriend, don't you?"

I scoff at the absurdity of her assumption. But of course, she'd think that; she doesn't know that I am–

I shake my head, "No," I tell her.

"Mmm," she hums, not quite believing my answer and then says, "Wait, take a right here," she points towards a street that is adjacent to ours — the street that I'd just drove away from before picking her up at school.

"Why here?" I say, pressing on the brakes and stopping my car in the middle of the road — thankfully the road is empty at the moment.

"I want to go see Zach; see what's up with him,"

"You can just call him," I suggest, lifting my shoulders lightly.

"He said he isn't feeling well this morning — I want to see if he's doing better. What's the harm in that?"

"Nothing," I say, putting on the signal and turning right, "Nothing at all,"

A few moments later, we pull up in front of Zacharrine's house — I peer out the window unsurely. Who knows what he can say to Valerie — not that there is anything to tell.