Blitz — Roleplayer Guild

Two hours earlier, Landon had gotten up and eaten the breakfast Terra had left for him and read her snotty note. Shaking his head in disappointment, he crumpled up the note and tossed it in the trash. She wouldn’t ever understand, would she?

He ate his breakfast quietly while glancing every now and then at the newspaper he had left on the table from the day before. All of a sudden, he heard a vibration on the table as his phone received a new text message. Curiously, Landon put the paper down and picked up the phone. A name flashed across the screen, a name he hadn’t seen in years…

“Long time no talk,” it read.

A bunch of forgotten emotions began to well up inside his chest. What had gotten Katrina to send him a text so randomly? He screwed his eyes shut and tried to put a stopper on his overflowing feelings, and with a deep breath, he typed back a response: “A very long time.”

Within a minute, Katrina was typing a response.

Terra strolled down the street, rolling on her longboard as relaxed as she always seemed to be. She hopped up onto the sidewalk and curved herself toward the walkway up to the front door. The brown haired girl kicked up the board into her hands and pulled out her key. She turned it into the lock and pushed the door open to step inside.

“Boozie, I’m home!” Tera yelled out, smirking to herself. She tossed her backpack onto the middle of the floor and kicked her converse off too. Leaving everything in a scattered mess because she knew Landon was a bit of an OCD mess when it came to throwing stuff all about.

She walked into the kitchen and grabbed an orange juice carton from the fridge, drinking it straight out without pouring it into a glass.

“You home, booze hound?”

Landon was just coming down the stairs. He was dressed up in a button-down shirt and khaki pants. He came into the kitchen just as he was buttoning up the last few buttons.

“Yes, I’m home, Smokie,” he answered. “But I’m on my way out.”

He reached down and pulled up his fly and grabbed his black leather shoes he had left on the ground. He sat at the table and began to put them on and tie up their laces.

“Why don’t you go clean up that mess you made by the front door?” he said.

Terra rolled her eyes at Landon’s comment. She didn’t feel like giving the whole weed is more healthy than alcohol talk because it was tired. Even if it was true. Her eyes just glanced at his outfit, especially considering the time of day. Terra’s eyebrow kinked up looking at him.

“Yeah, I’ll do it later.” She started, ignoring his request right away. “Look at you. Actually doing something lively on a Friday night? Got a hot date? What’s her name?” Terra barraged him with the twenty questions. “Don’t tell me she’s a prostitute.”

“She’s actually an old friend of mine from college if you must know,” Landon answered, ignoring her rather bothersome comments. He stood up after he finished tying his shoes and grabbed his phone and his car keys.

“I’ll be gone for the whole night,” he said. “Consider this a fair warning: I don’t want anything crazy going on here. If I come back to see my house looking like the end of Project X, I swear to God, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.”

The sassy girl took another chug of orange juice from the carton in front of him, casually. Nodding her head up and down slightly as she drank. She put the carton down and let out a big, obnoxious, ‘Ah’ of refreshment. “Are you ever?” Terra said straight-faced.

“Don’t worry. The house can’t possibly look any worse than it is.”

“That’s due in part to my idiot daughter who never cleans up after herself. But hey, who’s doing the math?” Landon asked. “Not that you even know any math.”

He chuckled and tousled her hair. “Just kidding, Junior,” he said condescendingly. “I’m sure you’re very enlightened what with all that weed you smoke.”

Terra pulled her head away from his hand and frowned at him. “More enlightened than you think. Especially when you throw all that ‘you don’t understand having a job’ crap, or me not knowing math. But, I do know that modern medicine is advancing to the point where the average human lifespan will be 100. But I read this article which said Social Security is supposed to run out by the year 2025, which means people are going to have to stay at their jobs until they're 80. So I don't want to commit to anything too soon.”*

She flipped her hair like the saucy diva she is and placed the carton of juice back into the fridge, just to turn a cold gaze at her father.

Landon shrugged. “Well I’m glad you have your priorities straight, honey.”

He took a quick look around to make sure he had everything he needed.

“I’ll be back tomorrow,” he said, not giving a specific time. “Try not to burn the house down.”

With that he gave her a smile and walked out the front door, getting into his car, and driving away.

Terra immediately grabbed her phone the moment Landon walked out the door. She sat on the staircase and texted a few important people to get the house rocking. First, was her dealer Marco. Second, was a 21 year old named Jacob who would provide her with alcohol at any call. Then a summer girlfriend she made, Stacy who had an in some way or another to most of the kids in school.

She looked at her phone contacts for a second, getting to one name. Eric. A big evil grin came over her face as she sent out a quick text to him. “Hey. Big party at my house, everyone’s gonna be there. Consider this a truce and a make-up or whatever. Just bring your friends.” She closed her phone shut it. This was going to be insane.

It was 9:30 PM and the party was already rocking. Early by a true partier’s standards, but it was a big hit. Terra managed to get her house stocked full of enough alcohol to knock out a blue whale. Her friend Stacy managed to get almost all the popular girls of the class which attracted most of the boys. Terra didn’t really care even if it caused some hated enemies to come to her home, she knew that this would get her in the good graces of most of them.

Terra had a comfortable buzz, and a pleasant high from taking a few hits of a blunt. She walked around with a red solo cup in hand, grinded up against a few guys here and there when moving from room to room, makeshift dance floor to makeshift dance floor. There had to be over 200 kids at her house, and that would only get higher as the night went on.

But, Eric hadn’t shown up yet. Either he wouldn’t or he would. She believed he would, but since it was her to text him he would wait to be fashionably late just to be a little bit of an ass. Terra felt she had a comfortable grasp of Eric’s tactics with women. Until then, she just took another sip and went to chat with a group of people.

Just then, the front door burst open and Eric came in followed by a bunch of other boys from the lacrosse team.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the party has arrived!” he bellowed, and a few other partygoers shouted back in response.

Silas was the last of the bunch to straggle through the front door. This party felt even more uncomfortable than the last, as its hostess was none other than Terra herself. Of course, Eric didn’t tell him it was at her house until the last minute, when it was too late to deny going. On the bright side, maybe Silas would get a chance to get more comfortable to going to parties. Hopefully.

Eric turned and approached Silas, clapping him on the shoulder.

“Keep an eye out for you-know-who,” he said in a low voice, but loud enough to be audible over the oud music.

Terra stepped up behind Eric and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Who is you know who?” She asked, with a bit of a smirk on her face. “I didn’t know you liked reading Harry Potter.” She commented in her typical smart-ass tone.

Both Silas and Eric turned in shock to see Terra standing there, looking as pompous as ever.

“We weren’t talking about Voldemort, you ass,” Eric said. “We were talking about…” His voice suddenly faltered as his couldn’t think of someone.

“Erin,” Silas cut in. “From the last party, remember?”

Eric nodded. “Yeah, that bitch with the annoying voice. I don’t want her coming onto my man Silas, here.” He looked around for a second and pretended to see something in the crowd.

“Oh, there she is! Silas, we’d better get out of here quick, huh? Let’s look for something to drink.” Without giving a proper goodbye to Terra, the two of them rushed off into the party without another word.

Terra laughed really hard when they sprinted off into the party. She knew she’d given them a nice scare. Especially not believing anything they said for even one second. She waited around, talked to some people for a half hour until going off in search.

Eventually she found Eric and Silas being wingman 1 and wingman 2 with two blonde girls in the corner of her family room. Terra decided it was the perfect moment to swoop in. Stepping in with them. “Hey Katie, hey Sarah! These two losers aren’t bothering you are they?” The girls giggled a little with Terra and just shook their heads. Her eyes shifted to Silas, giving him a look of trouble. But, her motives were not entirely predictable.

“I’d hate to take one of them away from you. But, Silas is new here. I’m sure you could show him a good time.” Terra grabbed Eric by the hand, deciding to play upon jealousy, pulling him slowly to where others were dancing.

Her voice soft and sensuous. “How about a dance? I think I owe you that, hm?” She looked at him with a seductive, devious look.

Silas was about to interject something to stop Terra from taking Eric, but he shot him a look that said “better me than you” as he was pulled away.

“My mom called the school, you know,” Eric said with a laugh, crossing his arms after touching a small, black bruise around his eye.

“I know. I should kick your ass again for telling your mom who it was, but hey. I’m a forgiving person.” She grabbed his arms and placed them on her waist, then wrapping her own around his neck to get close to him.

“You should be forgiving too, you did act like an asshole to me.” She shrugged.

“I forgive you, I guess,” Eric replied, dancing with her hesitantly, suspicious of her motives. “And I wasn’t being an asshole. You’re just a little too… what’s the word? Insane? Yeah.”

Terra laughed at that. “I’m insane? Well, I’m not the one who lies about having sex with me. I think I deserve some points for that. Maybe you just can’t handle me and the real thing?”

“You don’t get any points,” Eric shot back. “Because, if I remember correctly, you also told some people that we had sex, isn’t that correct? I guess you can’t handle me either.”

Eric stopped for a second and changed the subject. “What’s up with you and Silas?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at her.

Guys were stupid. Changing the subject as soon as they didn’t like where it was going. “Not denying and claiming are two different things, but whatever. As for me and Silas. Well, what’s there to tell? I thought he was cute. I was drunk, we were drinking. We made out. Typical party thing, no?”

“Yes, but Silas said you came straight for him. Do you have a thing for him?”

“I can’t have a thing for someone I just met.”

“I’d hope not. Just stay away from him. He’s not interested in you. Like at all. He thinks you’re a total slut and he thinks that a total turn-off.” he spat. “He’s an intellectual. He’s not attracted to people like you.”

Terra laughs. “Did Silas say that or did you? Sounds like you prepared that in your head for a long time. Besides. Maybe I’m into Silas because he’s more like me than you think? I bet you didn’t know that I got the highest PSAT score in the class…”

“He didn’t say that,” Eric admitted. “But you make him really uncomfortable. I’m just inferring.”

He laughed when she said Silas was like her and that she had the highest PSAT score in the class.

“Wow, stop the presses!” he yelled. “Look out, Harvard, Terra Reyes got the high PSAT score in our class!”

“Inferring me as a slut. When I’m a virgin… Weird, much? And, I don’t think that’s worth stopping the presses as much as say, how awful you are at calculus.”

Ignoring her math comment, Eric just laughed harder, taking his hands off her.

“Virgin?!” he repeated. “Are you kidding me? Look at you! You’re a new student and you’re already labeled as the school slut, and you know that!”

He laughed again and began to walk away toward Silas and the two blondes. “I’m done with your bullshit,” he yelled back, still laughing.

Terra waved him away, getting one last dig in. “Labels are labels, and only thick dumbasses like yourself can’t find the truth. If I was a slut I’d have sex with you. Go have fun with your own bullshit, tell your mom I said Hi!”

Eric approached the trio. It seemed everything was going okay without him being there. Both of the girls were smiling at what Silas was saying, and Silas himself didn’t seem all to anxious.

“Hey guys,” he said, coming up to them. “Sorry about that. Just needed a little chat with our hostess here.”

He came up to Silas and gave him a nod. Silas nodded back, somewhat understanding what he was trying to say. Maybe he had succeeded in keeping Terra away from them at last.

“I’m so thirsty,” Katie said, placing a hand to her throat.

“Of course you are,” Sarah replied. “Your Instagram posts are just begging for attention.”

“You bitch,” Katie laughed. “I meant I want some booze.”

Sarah nodded. “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind some either… Silas?”

Silas looked at her.

“Would you be a doll and grab some drinks for the four of us?”

“Yeah, sure,” Silas said. He started off into the party, but Eric grabbed his wrist real quick.

“Voldemort isn’t dead,” he said with a straight face.

Silas looked at him blankly. “What? Oh! Oh, right. I know.”

With that, Silas went off into the party in search of some drinks. We was a little worried about drinking, as he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to evade it this time. Oh well, at least it was better than smoking, at least to him. He’d only drink a little anyway.

He came into the kitchen and approached the refrigerator. Before he opened it, he spied a picture that was pinned to a magnetic bulletin board on the front. It was a picture of Terra, much younger than she was now, and a man and a woman that looked a lot like her. He assumed they were her parents. Not giving it much more thought, he opened up the fridge and grabbed four But Lite cans, holding them in his hands and one cradled in his arm. He shut the door with his foot and turned around, heading back to where Eric, Katie, and Sarah were.

Terra was getting bored of all the people in her house, quickly. Something about the entire situation just didn’t ring fun with her anymore. That, and a lot of the conversations felt fake and entirely unoriginal. And she completely regretted inviting Eric. He was such a jerk and it started to get under her skin. Especially when much of what he said to kids in school and all the labels that spread around about her just weren’t true.

So, she walked around, finally finding one of her favorite books sitting on the counter of the kitchen. Julius Caesar by Shakespeare. Terra grabbed the short play and walked away from everyone around her. She noticed Silas going to the other room, but she tapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m a slut, huh? Tell that to Eric and his friends. Everyone else too? Well, fuck you. I’m going to make chemistry a living hell for you.” She stormed off upstairs.

The music seemed to die down a bit and get drowned out the further she moved away from it. That was to be expected, and she was very thankful. Terra avoided a few kids making out here and there before finally going into Landon’s room and opening up a window to go sit out on the ledge. She sat against the house wall and opened up the book and started at the first page.

Silas stopped dead in his tracks. The condensation from the cold beer bottles felt like sweat again his skin. Oh god. This was not good, not good at all. What had Eric told her exactly? He wanted to avoid her, but her making chemistry a living hell for him was not at all worth it. Damn it. There was only one way to get out of this and the thought almost made him nauseous.

He came back to Eric and the blonde girls, with a somewhat overexaggerated smile.

“Thanks, Silas!” Katie said, plucking two cans from him and handing one to her friend. Silas gave the other one to Eric and the three of them sat down on a couch. Silas, however, remained standing.

“Pop a squat, Silas,” Eric said.

“In a second,” he said, looking away. “I think I left my phone in the kitchen. I’ll be right back.”

Keeping his beer can with him, he hurried back into the kitchen and tried to remember where Terra was headed. She had a book in her hand, which was strange. Having no clue, he decided to check outside first. He slipped out of the front door without being spotted by Eric, who didn’t mind at all being left alone with the blondes, and he came out on the front lawn, where a few people were milling around.

He looked around, but couldn’t find her. He was about to head back inside, when he caught a glimpse of a shadowy silhouette above. His eyes adjusted slightly, and he saw it was Terra, sitting on the edge of her window from a second-floor window, reading a book.

While Silas thought that was strange, he didn’t particularly care. He rushed back inside the house and came up the stairs, trying to envision which room would have a window that faced the front lawn. Guessing correctly, he shoved the door open louder than he would’ve liked.

Terra completely zoned out into the words written on the pages of the book. Turning from one page to the next. It was the beginning of a story about honor, friendship, betrayal, and so many other things. But one that stood out was the differences between the public self and the private self.

She could no longer hear the music. Simply her mind played out the world of Julius Caesar and his rise, unknowing of the plot that awaited him.

Inside of Landon’s room, the room was mostly clean. Maybe some clothes here or there, but one thing stood out was an out of place newspaper underneath a desk.

Silas stepped inside and looked around. It certainly wasn’t Terra’s, it didn’t have her feel to it. Was it her brother’s? Her dad’s? He took a deep breath and came up to the open window, whose drapes were flowing silently in the soft evening breeze. The loud music of the party seemed far away now. He came up to it slowly and lifted the drapes away to reveal Terra, engrossed in a book whose title he couldn’t see.

“Terra.”

Terra jumped slightly from surprise, being ripped out of her zone from the voice coming next to her. She turned her gaze over to Silas by the open window.

“What do you want?”

Silas raised an eyebrow at her somewhat annoyed tone.

“I want you to not make chemistry hell for me,” he said bluntly.

“It’s a little late for an apology, isn’t it?”

“An apology?” Silas asked, somewhat confused. “For what?”

“For calling me a slut. It’s a huge turn off. Bla bla bla.” She re-opened the book and kept reading.

“I never said that,” he argued.

Terra scoffed, and turned to glare at him. “That’s what they say. So it must be true, no?” She said coldly, perhaps the lesson would smack Silas in the face.

Silas frowned. “Is that what Eric told you?” he inquired.

“Did Eric tell you I was a slut and had sex with him?” She inquired back, mockingly.

“Well, yeah,” Silas answered hesitantly. “But, I don’t see why that’s important…”

A small silence grew and he came closer to her.

“What’re you reading?” he asked.

Terra sighed, and folded the book over so he could see the title. “It’s important. Sucks to have someone accuse you of something not true. Doesn’t it?”

Silas read the title aloud: “Julius Caesar… By Shakespeare? You read Shakespeare?” He had to admit, he wasn’t expecting someone like her to well… be interested in things like that.

“So… You guys didn’t have sex?” he inferred.

“Of course not. Never have, never will. And, yes, I read Shakespeare. I love Shakespeare. I also like Faulkner. As I Lay Dying is absolutely incredible. What he does with different perspectives and the thoughts of characters is just so interesting.” She rambled, smiling a little.

Silas was quiet.

“I… Didn’t think you were into that kind of stuff,” he said at last, somewhat intrigued. “I mean, it’s not weird that you’re up here reading, but I was expecting you to be nose-deep in Celebrity Stalker’s Weekly or something.”

He took a deep breath and pulled his legs over the edge of the windowsill, sitting next to her.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally.

She laughed a bit at his comment. “Reading up on Kim Kardashian’s ass is so yesterday, bruh.” Terra mocked the lacrosse language with a smirk, accepting his apology.

“I guess I’m sorry too. We got off on the wrong foot.”

Silas looked up at the night sky, trying to pick out stars. It was hard to see them as they lived in a pretty well-developed area, but the western sky was much more starry because that’s where the ocean was. He picked out a few constellations in his mind, mentally connecting the dots between the points of light and then finished the picture with his imagination. He always thought it was amazing how the ancients could think up such elaborate pictures in the sky. If he hadn’t studied constellations beforehand, he’d be too overwhelmed by all the stars to pick out pictures in them.

With a sigh, he got back up and headed inside the room. He held up the beer can to his face and finally pulled the tab open. He held it to his lips for a second before taking a small sip. Surprisingly, it had a texture similar to soda, but with that undeniable alcoholic tinge.

He pulled it away from his mouth, and his eyes caught sight of the newspaper clipping he had seen before. A little curious, he squatted down and picked it up, flipping it over.

What he saw almost made him drop his can.

It was a clipping from the obituaries. The first thing he saw was a picture that looked unnervingly like Terra, but he quickly saw that it wasn’t her.

“Kaelyn Marie Skye Reyes…” he whispered quietly. Then, he remembered the woman from the picture on the refrigerator. This was Terra’s mother. His heart beating fast, he began to read through the text.

It was a drunk driving accident.

Immediately the taste in his mouth turned sour. He understood why Terra didn’t drink.

He was speechless. He just stood there, looking at the paper in disbelief.

Little did Silas know that Terra hadn’t remained out on the ledge for much too long after he decided to get up and come back inside. She simply flipped through a few more pages and then went to return as well. Terra made no sound at all, sitting at the window watching as Silas drank his beer and picked up the newspaper. Her heart ached at that moment, feeling it break all over again. A fresh wound about a year old. Terra watched his face carefully, studying every single expression of his face. She held in the tears as he almost pulled back the beer and cringed.

That’s when Terra dropped down from the window sill and landed softly onto the floor of Landon’s room. But still loud enough for Silas to hear her.

“I guess you know a little more about me now…” She said softly, walking up to him and taking the newspaper from his hand. Terra gently folded it and opened up a drawer and slid it inside, closing the drawer.

She hugged Silas. Nestling her head in between his neck and shoulder, letting out a deep sigh.

Silas hugged her back with his free hand. Each heartbeat was filled with pain and sympathy for Terra.

“I—I’m so sorry,” he stammered. “I didn’t know… I don’t think I was supposed to see that…”

He pulled away from her embrace for a second and placed the can down on the desk. He turned and looked back at her, studying her face closely.

“You… You look so much like her,” he managed to squeak out.

Terra took a deep breath when he stammered and then told her she looked like her mother. It was a strained breath, like a whimper. Trying so hard to keep herself collected. Not to break down.

“I’ve been told… Yeah…” She turned her head away from him.

Silas rubbed his arm, weighing the consequences of a decision he was turning over in his mind. Finally, he reached forward and took hold of her wrists, gently.

“Don’t get the wrong message from this, but…”

He looked away for a second and then came up to her face. His nose was pressing against her, but he hesitated for a second. They stood there, staring into each other’s eyes. Silas couldn’t do it, though.

“You have pretty eyes,” he said, trying very hard not to laugh at his own lameness.

Terra laughed lightly with a roll of her eyes. “We need to work on your girl-skills.” She leaned in and did what he chose not to do, locking her lips with his. Ignoring the entire world around them.

Silas kissed her back this time, choosing to not heed the voice of Eric in his head, telling him to stay away. Maybe Terra was only so crazy and unstable because she just had a pretty traumatic experience. For once, Silas saw things from her point of view.

He pulled her closer into him so that their torsos were touching. His heart was beating quickly, and he was sure Terra could feel it. But he didn’t care.

Terra kissed him passionately, alternating with his top and bottom lip. She bit his bottom lip lightly and tugged it out before rushing back for an intense kiss. She moved his hands down to grip the bottom part of her shirt, then lifted her arms.

Silas felt her lifting his arms, which in turn began to lift her shirt off. Deciding to live in the moment, Silas let her do it, and he lifted her white tank top over her head, revealing her lacy black bra. He wasn’t going to say anything, but he was afraid of doing or saying something stupid that would give away that fact that he hadn’t even been very far with a girl in the first place. She probably already knew that though.

“I don’t know how to take a bra off,” he blurted out without thinking. His hand flew to his mouth in a second and is cheeks turned bright red. Shit.

Terra giggled and smiled at him. She re-assured him by grabbing the bottom of his shirt and taking it off of him. Her fingers tracing softly down his chest to his abs, then getting close enough to kiss him again. Terra whispered softly to him.

“I haven’t done this before either… so. Don’t worry about it.” She pulled him down on top of her on the bed.

Just as Terra’s back hit the bed, the door flew open with a painful thud.

Silas immediately broke away from the kiss and expected to see Eric standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. But what he saw was even worse.

Two people stood at the door. One was a man who looked familiar, but in the heat of the moment, Silas couldn’t connect the dots. The other personage was unexpected. Ms. Fierro, the school counselor, stood behind the man, looking at the two in shock.

Terra pushed Silas off of her, and quickly grabbed her shirt to cover herself a little bit. “Dad! What are you doing home?!”

Dad? Shit. Silas looked like he was going to be sick. He too made an attempt to cover himself with his shirt.

“To test my trust in you,” the man replied calmly. “Which I now know I can’t do anymore. Not that it’s much of a surprise anyway. I told all the other kids to leave or I’d call the police. You’re lucky as hell that I didn’t.”

There was an awkward silence.

“Who’s your friend?” Landon asked in an ominously calm tone, stepping inside the room.

Terra pulled her shirt on over her head. “His name is Silas… And you’ll probably be seeing more of him because he’s my chemistry partner. I think you’ll actually uhh… like him?” She almost wanted to slap herself, even if it was true. This was not the time.

Landon chuckled and turned to Silas, examining him closely. “What kind of girls are you into Silas?” he asked, jokingly. “If you’re into girls like my daughter, then I’m a little worried for you. Unless…” He turned to Terra.

“You didn’t do this to him yourself, did you?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“He’s drunk. I took advantage of him.” Terra took the entire blame on herself. “That was it and there’s nothing more --” She spotted Katrina. “Who is that? Ms. Fierro? You were out with Ms. Fierro!? So this is why you wanted to know my Dad’s name. So you could fuck him. Awesome.”

Landon looked back at Katrina, who looked really uncomfortable.

“No,” he said, turning back to Terra with a frown. “I told you. She’s an old friend of mine from college and we got dinner to catch up. Stop being so forward about everything. If anyone was fucking tonight, it was you two!”

He turned to Silas and sighed.

“Did you come here alone?” he asked.

Silas quickly pulled the shirt over his head and stood up from the bed.

“My friend drove me here,” he said quietly, still feeling embarrassed.

Landon rubbed his temples. “Well I already kicked everyone out. Why don’t you just spend the night on the couch and call your friend in the morning?”

Silas was incredulous. “R-Really?” he asked. “Are you sure?”

Landon nodded. “It’s not your fault. It’s my daughter that I’m mad at.” He turned to glare at Terra for a moment. “You go to your room, now,” he told her sternly.

“Silas, was it? You head on downstairs. I’ll try to make sure Terra doesn’t come down and try to do something to you while you’re sleeping.”

Terra encouraged Silas to go down with a nod and a look that read something like ‘I’ll handle this.’ She just got up and grabbed her book.

“What are you going to do… ground me?”

“I need some time to think of an elaborate punishment for you,” Landon answered.

Silas looked at Terra with a nodded and a quick smile as if to thank her for taking the blame. He hurried past Landon, who let him pass, and Ms. Fierro awkwardly and he went down the stairs.

“Terra, why did you blatantly disobey what I told you?” Landon said.

She shrugged. “You never stop drinking when I ask you to. So I figured you wouldn’t give a fuck. That’s kind of your thing for the past year.” Terra said coldly, with determined venom in her words.

Katrina looked over at Landon when Terra said this. Drinking? Landon was drinking now?

“That’s enough,” Landon said, with frustration laden in his voice. “Go to your room, now. I need to talk to Katrina for a little bit.”

Terra walked by him and bumped his shoulder purposefully. “Yeah, you can tell her one thing…”

She turned to look over her shoulder. “She’ll never be my mother.”

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