We want to cram as many people as we can in a small, dingy, dark, grotty flat, and then see if we can drive each other crazy. We want to be grownups.I...gave it two days after pinning the note to the fridge. Nothing had changed. The fact was, I knew who it was anyway. I just hadn't been quite obnoxious enough to put his name on the note.The six of us who made up the tenancy were a strange mixture. All intelligent, partly-educated, independent, self-thinking individualists. It shouldn't have been. I was like holy shit....wtf...then the video ended....Laurie was on the computer screen, and she told me that she had met an old friend while back there, and the two of them had been in college together, and they had been sex partners for a few years before moving away. Her name was Lily, and that after having a few drinks one night that Lily had kissed her, and all the old feelings came back, and they spent the night together. I started to interrupt, but Laurie told me "no, no interruptions,. Hey! Laurent! Can I get a shot of whisky over here?! she called to her cousin. When she had first introduced us I was a little suspicious. I mean Jessica was about as white and American as it got. And Laurent was&hellip, well quite frankly, black. And he had a French accent. He was really distant and cold almost. Jessica, I think youve had enough. He said looking not at her- but at me. I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. Its not for me, its for my Isabella! she giggled. Laurent poured the. ” The car pulled away.I could feel the tears starting to overflow and a bead of water rolled down my cheek. Through my blurry eyes I saw Jason jump out of the truck and start running toward me. Jason sk**ded to a stop in the gravel and grabbed both of my arms. “Kristy, where have you been. Why didn’t you answer me?”“Take me home.”“Kris…”“Now! Take me home now and don’t say a fucking word to me.”The moment I got in the truck I turned the music up and pulled my knees up to my chest. I rested my.