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turned the corner, talking about some interview the actor did, I could see Neil and his hair waiting for Sol along the curved driveway.
"I can get Neil help but you have to stop se eing him," was my next outburst, my last chance to say it without him hearing.
Sol stopped walking. "I can't believe you. You just said —"
"Ignore what I said then. This is what I'm saying now. Neil has a problem and I can get him help, but you have to stop seeing him before he becomes a danger to you."
"I'm not going to leave him, he needs me!"
"Look," I squeezed her forearm, a little too tightly. "Can't you just not call him? Stop talking to him at school? Just for a few weeks, see what will happen."
"I don't get you at all," Sol said, prying her arm away, totally unmoved. "I don't want to leave him. I told you about the thing because I want him to get, I don't know, therapy or something. But he and I are great together. Except for this one thing."
"You make it sound like a cute little quirk! It's not."
"Come on." Sol could see him and his hair in the distance too, and her voice dropped. "Don't make me regret telling you. I don't want to break up with him. I want to help him through whatever this is."
"If you want me to help him, you have to stay away from him. I won't allow him to take advantage of you again."
"Allow me? Excuse me, you don't get to decide what I'm allowed to do. Do I forbid you from following Quin around like a puppy, while you spend so much time doing his homework or whatever it is you do together? I don't like it, but I don't forbid you from acting like an idiot."
Now that was so out of context for me. It was out, to the side, and down the road from context as far as I could tell. "This isn't about me."
"Exactly. This is about me. I thought you'd understand."
My best friend thinks I'm an idiot. I wanted to focus and stick to the plan, to—
My best friend thinks I'm an idiot.
"Are you going to get him help or not?" Sol demanded.
"I don't want you to get hurt," I insisted.
"I've been hurt. You know the story. I cried over that guy every day for months. And now I'm happy with Neil. Except for this one thing . Don't make me give him up."
I wanted to tell her that she didn't love Neil. She was on the rebound, hanging on to something that wasn't perfect just because it was there. She deserved better than "there." At least she discovered this early enough. She'd recover quickly.
Plus? Maybe Quin actually liked my company. I didn't force him to hang out with me all of last year. And this year has been training , you know, really important stuff. That did NOT MEAN I WAS FOLLOWING HIM AROUND LIKE A—
My best friend thinks I'm an idiot.
I didn't get to say anything else.
Before I knew it, Neil was right there next to her, arm around her waist. He knew he was interrupting something; Sol looked angry and wasn't hiding it.
"Hi, Hannah," Neil said.
"Hi, Neil," I said, my voice shaking.
"They want us in the auditorium," he said, trying to read my expression.
Strange. He didn't seem like a threat to anybody. He just looked like a college boy.
I smiled. "Please go ahead. I'm waiting for somebody."
Chapter 17
Quin didn't look like a college boy anymore.
See, even though he was one of the oldest gods ever, he walked on this particular college campus as a twenty-one year old guy. I asked him once what the deal was, why have bodies at all.
He said that if he wanted to accomplish something, he'd choose a body that would help him do it.
So does Quin Apolinario actually exist? I asked.
Of course he does.
No, I mean does he exist separate from you. Does he have parents? Did a woman go to a hospital and give birth to a baby, and then you just took over its body? What happens when you're done with what you need to do, does Quin just die?
Yes.
Yes what?
Yes to all of it.
Maybe I needed a philosophy degree to understand all of it. At some point I just stopped asking.
I wasn't alone at the launch party. As
"I can get Neil help but you have to stop se eing him," was my next outburst, my last chance to say it without him hearing.
Sol stopped walking. "I can't believe you. You just said —"
"Ignore what I said then. This is what I'm saying now. Neil has a problem and I can get him help, but you have to stop seeing him before he becomes a danger to you."
"I'm not going to leave him, he needs me!"
"Look," I squeezed her forearm, a little too tightly. "Can't you just not call him? Stop talking to him at school? Just for a few weeks, see what will happen."
"I don't get you at all," Sol said, prying her arm away, totally unmoved. "I don't want to leave him. I told you about the thing because I want him to get, I don't know, therapy or something. But he and I are great together. Except for this one thing."
"You make it sound like a cute little quirk! It's not."
"Come on." Sol could see him and his hair in the distance too, and her voice dropped. "Don't make me regret telling you. I don't want to break up with him. I want to help him through whatever this is."
"If you want me to help him, you have to stay away from him. I won't allow him to take advantage of you again."
"Allow me? Excuse me, you don't get to decide what I'm allowed to do. Do I forbid you from following Quin around like a puppy, while you spend so much time doing his homework or whatever it is you do together? I don't like it, but I don't forbid you from acting like an idiot."
Now that was so out of context for me. It was out, to the side, and down the road from context as far as I could tell. "This isn't about me."
"Exactly. This is about me. I thought you'd understand."
My best friend thinks I'm an idiot. I wanted to focus and stick to the plan, to—
My best friend thinks I'm an idiot.
"Are you going to get him help or not?" Sol demanded.
"I don't want you to get hurt," I insisted.
"I've been hurt. You know the story. I cried over that guy every day for months. And now I'm happy with Neil. Except for this one thing . Don't make me give him up."
I wanted to tell her that she didn't love Neil. She was on the rebound, hanging on to something that wasn't perfect just because it was there. She deserved better than "there." At least she discovered this early enough. She'd recover quickly.
Plus? Maybe Quin actually liked my company. I didn't force him to hang out with me all of last year. And this year has been training , you know, really important stuff. That did NOT MEAN I WAS FOLLOWING HIM AROUND LIKE A—
My best friend thinks I'm an idiot.
I didn't get to say anything else.
Before I knew it, Neil was right there next to her, arm around her waist. He knew he was interrupting something; Sol looked angry and wasn't hiding it.
"Hi, Hannah," Neil said.
"Hi, Neil," I said, my voice shaking.
"They want us in the auditorium," he said, trying to read my expression.
Strange. He didn't seem like a threat to anybody. He just looked like a college boy.
I smiled. "Please go ahead. I'm waiting for somebody."
Chapter 17
Quin didn't look like a college boy anymore.
See, even though he was one of the oldest gods ever, he walked on this particular college campus as a twenty-one year old guy. I asked him once what the deal was, why have bodies at all.
He said that if he wanted to accomplish something, he'd choose a body that would help him do it.
So does Quin Apolinario actually exist? I asked.
Of course he does.
No, I mean does he exist separate from you. Does he have parents? Did a woman go to a hospital and give birth to a baby, and then you just took over its body? What happens when you're done with what you need to do, does Quin just die?
Yes.
Yes what?
Yes to all of it.
Maybe I needed a philosophy degree to understand all of it. At some point I just stopped asking.
I wasn't alone at the launch party. As
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