Existence 03 - Ceaseless

she was a fan had faded away. This was going to be annoying.
    “No he has a gig .” Gee explained in an amused drawl.
    “Wow, where? Is it sold out? I’d love to go. I’ve never seen you perform live.”
    Yeah, she had. Several times. But that was also forgotten. Before I could come up with a suitable reply Gee interrupted me.
    “Pagan is outside talking to a boy. One with a Cajun - talking Daddy , if you know what I mean.”
    Shit.
    I stalked past Miranda and shoved Gee aside as I made my way down to the parking lot in the closest thing to human speed as I could manage. But because I knew Leif was near Pagan and she didn’t know who he was or what he had done , I felt justified a slightly more efficient mode of travel .
    I didn’t want to scare Pagan by appearing out of thin air. So I came up behind her. Leif felt my presence because his entire body tensed.
    “Can I help you carry your things inside?’ Leif asked Pagain , looking over her shoulder in an attempt to find me.
    I started to take a step forward when Gee grabbed my arm and pulled me back with a hard tug. “Stop it. Remember, he isn’t her type. Calm down. Let her handle this. You’re going to fuck everything up if you act like some crazed guy with an infatuation. This is not the guy she fell in love with. She fell in love with dark mysterious Dank Walker. She fell in love with Death. Be that guy. Stop being this broken , pitiful , obsessed stalker dude. That won’t get her back. And believe it or not , I want Pagan back too.”
    She was right. I clenched my fists tightly and waited.
    “No thanks. I’ve got this. It was nice to meet you.” Pagan informed him in a slightly annoyed tone that eased my anxiety. Gee was right. Leif wasn’t Pagan’s type. He never had been. I knew the boy wasn’t stupid enough to try to take her again. His father wouldn’t allow it. He was testing the waters to see if she really had forgotten.
    “ See ? She’ s got this. Now let’s go. Y ou act mysterious and sexy. Go get your ass on that motorcycle and drive away without a word.”
    Leaving Pagan was hard. I didn’t want her to have to carry all those things inside. I wanted to do that for her . I was supposed to be the one doing that. She had been going to pay me in sexual favors. We’d joked about it for weeks. But now… she was here. Alone.
    “You stay here. Stay n ear her. Help he r move in. Most importantly, k eep the voodoo prince away from her. I’ll be back as soon as inhumanly possible .”
    Surprisingly , Gee didn’t argue.

Pagan
    “ Smart move. He looked like a creep. ”
    The blond with the pink tipped hair was suddenly beside me. I hadn’t heard her walk up but I’d been busy trying to get rid of the overly - friendly guy who had met me at Miranda’s car and wouldn’t take a hint.
    “He was nice enough. I’m just not crazy about giving directions to my room to every guy on campus.” I explained. And I didn’t want them to feel as if I owed them something for their help.
    The girl reached into the car and pulled out my suitcase. I wasn’t sure what to think about that. The roar of the motorcycle’s engine startled me and I spun around too see Dank Walker drive away without so much as a glance my way. Not that I expected it , really. I mean he had been very nice and seemed somewhat interested , but I didn’t exactly encourage him.
    “Weren’t you going with him?” I asked as the girl walked around me with a suitcase handle i n one hand and one of my boxes tucked in her other arm. She was really going to help me unload ? Why? I’d done nothing to win her favor. She didn’t appear to be someone who made friends easily.
    “Changed my mind. He’s in a bit of a funk today,” she said without looking back at me. I watched as she made her way to the entrance of the dorm then I turned around and grabb ed a box myself . She wouldn’t know which room to go to and even if she found the room on her own , it would terrify Miranda if emo girl walked into the room when she was there alone

    Five hours later we were completely unpacked. Even our very large room was set up. We’d taken he empty boxes to the dumpster, packed the fridge with water bottles , and I’d given half my closet space to Miranda. She’d brought too many clothes to fit in hers. This was not surprising in the least. I figured that it would be easier to live with a jam-packed closet than listening to Miranda whin e for the next nine months because her closet