Katie zipped the last of her equipments and collapsed on the floor in exhaustion. Her faded blue hair sprawled all over the carpet covered surface, though her mind was somewhere else. She thought of the things that made her year here, in Thompson, a great one. From meeting her long lost adopted sister to taking care of one bitchy Thornhawk, it truly has been a wild ride. She tucked her hands under her head while she kept staring at the empty blank space that is her ceiling.
Her train leaves in an hour and she was honestly tempted to just ditch it, stay in Wales and wait. Wait for Kennedy that is. The idea itself is messed up, especially after Logan got her thinking. He didn’t wait for her, so why should she? But you really really liked him.. She thought, liked being the keyword.
If she did have more time, maybe she would’ve or could’ve but the truth is, she didn’t. She had wasted enough time waiting for something that was never coming back. The ringing of her phone signals the arrival of the taxi she ordered long ago to take her to the train station. She opted for the land transport due to financial problems.
The girl stood up and brushed non-existent dirt out of her jeans and swiftly grabbed all her belongings that is cramped into a tight, medium-sized luggage. She left a note for Summer on the foot of her bed, just to let her know. It’s not like she didn’t warn the blonde girl of her plans to return to her hometown, but more of the finality of her leave. That she won’t be back next year, or the year after, or ever.
Katie took one last glance of her dorm, the room she had called home for the last year. She exited the said dorm and locked the door, indicating her permanent departure from Thompson.
My closets all packed up, my equipments all ready and yeah. My side of the dorm’s pretty much bare. I’m gonna miss the dorm and everything in it (including Summer). Can’t believe I’ll be back in Scotland in exactly 48 hours.
Atticus lightened up a bit. Although it seems impossible seeing his condition, he tried his very best. “Misery does love a little company. I’m Atticus by the way.” Atticus wondered why he was here. As much as he wanted to go home and lay down some beats, he had a notion in his head telling him to try and enjoy what was left of a drug-ridden night with a sober girl. He needed something like that. To see someone the opposite of himself instead of having to look in the mirror everywhere he goes. Atticus needed a sense of comfort for once in his life.
Katie nodded at his statement, not really finding use of replying. She tucked away a strand of her faded blue hair while she enjoyed the silence the night brought. “So Atticus, what brings you here? Why spend the night with a sober ass, white girl?” She smiled and cocked her head his way, “You know you reek alcohol, right?” Katie has nothing against getting drunk but spending it like this, the way he does, just seemed a tad bit odd.
Atticus could see the disgust in her face. Her expression of unlucky fate. Atticus knew for sure she doesn’t want to be here, especially when there’s some random black guy sitting there. He wasn’t feeling too nice either, so he just went straight forward with her. “I can see that you dont wanna be here Katie. If this black guy is bothering you, you could be lost somewhere else you know. Unlucky you.”
Katie looked up with alert in her eyes, “No.. No, it’s nothing like that. I’ve just had a rough night. I don’t mean to offend you or anything, I’m sorry..” She paused, sighing deeply. “And I guess, misery loves company, right?” Katie shrugged, to lighten up the mood a little bit. The least she could do in such situation is too make friends.
Atticus really liked the sound of her voice. The cold breath of wind blowing out of her mouth. He was still affected by the demons that decided to visit him. He felt lonely as always. He paid attention to the wind blowing away her attire and just stared for a second. “It’s funny how being lost can be so relaxing.” He was expecting an odd response from her. But he didn’t know what to think. He just wanted someone next to him, and he didn’t matter who it was.
Katie was now to the point of freaking out, Great, I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere.. with a hobo nonetheless, She thought. “Uh.. Yeah?” Katie didn’t really know how to respond to that, she wasn’t the type to just let loose all of a sudden. Sighing, she slumped back onto the brick wall and buried her head on her knees. Why him.. From all people who could’ve passed by.. She mumbled, incoherently. “I’m Katie, by the way, seeing as we’re probably going to be stuck here for a while.”
Atticus was surprised by the greeting. He couldn’t even think properly enough to respond to the soft, melodic voice. He just left one of the old seedy clubs that lay in the perimeter of the seemingly endless road. As her tried to respond to her, he calmly gathered himself and tried to answer as best as possible. “Hey. You alone tonight?”
Katie felt uncomfortable, sitting there with a stranger who reeked the smell of alcohol and cigarettes. “Uh.. I’m sort of lost?” She stated with a questioning tone as she shivered from the cold gust of wind that started to seep into her minimal dance attire. “Do you by any chance know the way back to Thompson High?”