3.)
I felt like the train reached our station too early. The ride was supposed to be two hours long, but it felt a lot less than one. As I waved goodbye to Blossom, I realized I hadn't asked her for her phone number. Would that be too forward? Maybe it was better that our friendship ended right then. It would simplify things.
I called an Uber. I wondered how Blossom got home. Was her car at the station? Did she get an Uber too? We could have shared... we could have kept talking. But it was probably best that we didn't. Right?
When I got home, the lights were off. Mom was in bed, so I kicked off my shoes by the door and went up to my room. I felt wired. I didn't want to sleep. I wanted to talk to someone. But I knew Lin had an early morning class, and I wouldn't be able to tell her about where I was anyway. Or about Blossom. Secret safe with me...
I opened my laptop; maybe I could write another chapter of Academy A. But the only story in my mind was blackmailing the high school bully. I had turned on the voice recorder app on my phone. I had proof that she got off to diaper stories. She would have to do anything I said or I would humiliate her in front of all her friends. Diapers to class. Short skirts, pigtails. Nothing too overt. Eventually she'd come to love being a baby girl. I was doing her a favor.
Alas, I didn't have the voice recorder app turned on. I didn't have any proof. I didn't even want to humiliate Blossom. I wanted to ask her more about my stories... I wanted to hear all her theories about Academy Works.
I finally closed my laptop and went downstairs to make some bread. I didn't fall asleep until six in the morning.
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