I have a look around the ground floor of her house. It's a nice place. If I'd had a place to myself, it probably would have ended up like the drug den, I suppose, just with less crazy people. But it would be a mess and I wouldn't really care. I had to make an effort to remember to use the ash tray, and open a window to let the smell out. She said she didn't mind, but I figure if you're not a smoker yourself, you would mind.
Soon enough I run out of smokes and as tempted as I am to slip out and go to the twenty four hour convenience store, I know I'd feel bad for leaving Gemme alone. I mean, a life is hardly worth a pack of smokes, is it? I can heal away the damage smoking does, but I can't heal a well placed bullet wound. So it was just as well that the bullet Aries took was way off target, huh?
I think the most eventful thing that happens after I've settled in a chair pulling my hoodie tight around me, is I fall asleep there.
The next thing I know, is Gemme's mismatched eyes are gazing down at me.
"Good morning," she says as I open my eyes and blink up at her.
"Hi," I reply quietly, suddenly realising just how uncomfortable sleeping in the position I did really was.
"That mustn't have been comfortable, why didn't you sleep upstairs?" she says, moving off to make breakfast, asking me if I want anything. I shake my head, and tell her no.
"I didn't realise I had fallen asleep until I woke up," he say, stretching out in the chair.
"You sure you're not going to school?" she asks, returning to the front room with a piece of toast in one hand, and marshmallows in the other.
"I thought my diet was bad," I say, nodding at the marshmallows, and not answering her question
"Mmm, well I suppose I do need to eat proper meals but." She shrugs. "I can't help it." A grin spreads across her lips. "It's not like it's going to kill me."
"Fair enough. And in answer to your question, no, I'm not going to school. Nothing I learn there will make me physically stronger; my day would be better spent at the gym." I say, standing up and rolling my shoulders.
"You're going to spend your whole day at the gym?" She repeats, perhaps a little incredulously. I shake my head.
"No, I'm going to go and see if Si is still alive after last night and go to work after I've gone to the gym." I tell her.
"Oh, where do you work?" I can't help but laugh at the question. I tap my nose and pick up my bag. "Oh, do tell!" she protests at my silence.
"You won't like it," I tell her with a shrug.
"Is it illegal?"
"Very." I mutter.
"Well, please tell me anyway? You told me this much." She insists. Well, she wants to know.
"Drug dealing," I tell her. "I just say it's work because I have to go and find people to sell it to. That, and it makes me sound like less of an ass hole."
"Hmm, well. Of course I don't like it but I have school. I will see you, well... whenever I see you. Will you come back here once you've finished... work?" she turns and picks up her own bag from the hall way.
"Do you want me to come back?" I ask, arching an eyebrow a little, amazed she didn't flip. Most people would flip if you told them you're a drug dealer. Wouldn't they?
"Of course. Just don't bring your work home with you." She glances at her watch. "I really must go." I nod and follow her to the door.
"I wasn't planning on it. Have a good day. If that's possible at school." I say with a fleeting smile.
"You too. No fighting,"
"I'll try," she laughs and leaves. I watch as she turns the corner and vanishes and then I follow her out, shutting the door firmly behind me.
So my day goes alright, I guess. I go back to the little apartment and use the grimy shower, getting dressed in a pair of old ripped jeans and a loose top that doesn't have blood on it, packing my joggers and another shirt for the gym. Si is still alive. Bruised, and really annoyed, but alive. I laugh at him for getting beat by the crazy woman. Said crazy woman disappeared.
After that, Si and me went to the park to make some money. We saw the crazy woman there, actually. Si hid in a bush. Might I add, he hid badly. She didn't see him though. Anyways I got about four hundred dollars or so to myself. I love desperate junkies. They make my day, when they're giving me money, and not scratching my face to bits.
Says a lot about me, doesn't it.
After that, I take the money to the bank, put it in my account and go to the gym where I spend the next four hours of my day working my way through my usual routine. I know, four hours is a bit over kill, but really, can you blame me when you know that there are people trying to kill you? You kind of need to make yourself stronger.
Anyways, I do kinda make up for that by going and buying myself a carton of smokes - y'know the big box, with a bunch of smaller boxes inside. I put that at the bottom of my bag and walk to school. It's half way through last lesson when I get there. I don't bother going to my lesson, I just go to the music rooms, kick the little kids out of the drum room and get back to practicing, picking up where I left off just yesterday.