The Class Reunion by Sean McDonough

The Class Reunion by Sean McDonough

Author:Sean McDonough [McDonough, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00


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Dead.

Vickie sighed. She knew it was coming, but that didn’t make her feel any better about the worthless brick her phone had become. One feed update had finally been one update too many. She was truly alone now, cut off from the rest of the world by a dead phone and four feet of snow on every side.

And inside?

“People say Hawaii’s expensive,” Alex droned on, “But that’s bullshit, because anything that’s worth having is expensive. What really matters is making sure you that the value is there for the cost. And I know you get it, Vick. The beaches. The climate. The miles between you and any asshole you don’t want to see. You can’t put a price on all that.”

Couldn’t agree more, Vickie thought. She hadn’t replied to a single one of Alex’s many, many proclamations about the virtues of South Pacific life, but she could drink to that one. She knocked back another shot of vodka. The alcohol had finally gotten away from her. She was well and truly drunk now. Drunk and getting drunker, heaping fuel on the simmering fire growing hotter and hotter in her gut.

I can’t believe I’m with these fucking idiots again. She’d gotten away. May 29th, 2013- here’s your diploma Ms. Fields, and here’s a letter certifying you never have to see any of these assholes ever again. We’ll forward your ten-year reunion invite to the nearest trash can.

Vodka. She’d kept that promise in college and onwards and upwards into her professional life. No frat boys. No sororities. No more toxic masculinity. Just guys with blue hair and girls with no hair; ‘80s punk rock fans and ‘90s sci-fi fans. And gay people. Actual, real life fucking gay people.

No snow warnings in South Carolina, but she’d holed up with friends during torrential rain storms, and nobody smashed face-first into a wall like a fucking toddler. They talked about movies or played Cards Against Humanity. She’d been alone with her friend Ashley during one of those storms, and she certainly didn’t run away screaming the first time she kissed another girl.

Rum. Yet, somehow, here she was with the same idiot meatheads she’d happily outgrown. No, not somehow. She knew exactly how. Bridge. Bridget Teresa Fallon. Bridge, who had somehow settled for the stupidest, meatest head of them all.

Gin. No, not Gin. SoCo. Where was Bridget anyway? They couldn’t still be looking for that fuckboy Tommy. No, she was probably off seeing what steroid abuse had left between Chris’ legs.

Vickie snorted out liquor and snickered to herself.

Tequila. She needed to get Bridge away from here was what she had to do. Too much time in Pine Hollow did something bad to your brain. Vickie had only been back a day, and she already felt it working at her nerve endings.

Ah, speak of the happy couple! Bridget and Chris had returned to the cafeteria. Jesus, they were actually holding hands.

“Yo!” Alex shouted. “What took you guys so long? Is Tommy still holed up somewhere?”

“Don’t worry about him,” Chris said.



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