The next week was a blur of cards, spinning wheels, and bad coffee.
We fell into a routine. A strange, secret routine that existed in the pockets of time between school and life.
Monday, we met in the library. Hidden behind the stacks of encyclopedias nobody touched anymore. Lia sat cross-legged on the floor, her skirt pooled around her, while I paced. We played Baccarat.
"So have you ever thought of getting a haircut?" Lia asked.
"I don't need one."
"I think if you stop covering your face, you'll look a little more like a person."
Rude much? While we were still playing I looked up at her. Our eyes met for a second before I pulled a finger to my mouth and shushed her.
Lia's eyes widened slightly in surprise, but I was actually showing her a secret. I pulled my hair back and turned both my ears toward her.
"Haah!" She gasped and covered her mouth. "Piercings and tattoos!?" She shouted in a quiet way, something very difficult to pull off.
