Week 13: Tuesday
Who: Kenzie and Sydni What: A sudden meeting Where: Lunch Hall
Being as frazzled as she was, Sydni was not sure how she'd make it through the week to Friday. She was already anxious because Charlie hadn't contacted her at all. After his breakdown Thursday night, she didn't think his sire appearing out of nowhere was going to be at all helpful. There was too much guilt and anger, and she worried more for his mental well-being than his physical well-being. It was a dark road to travel, and she was afraid he would bury himself walking it alone.
Add to that her betrayal of Justina, and her concerns now for Frankie and Davia, and she was an emotional mess. She didn't dare call Justina, but she desperately wanted to find out if she was ok. Of course she wasn't, but she wanted to comfort her, despite being the one who had caused the pain in the first place. Davia seemed like a confused teenager sometimes and she worried that she'd end up hurt or in a dangerous situation. Teenagers did that - got into trouble because their risk-assessment centers weren't fully developed. She also felt a bit guilty, knowing that Davia had a crush on her and she'd had to turn her down. Another broken heart caused by her, good job. And then Frankie was upset about Clove. And that was definitely something not in her power to fix.
Distracted by these thoughts, Sydni was only paying attention to the partially hidden table away from the general cluster in the center of the hall. She hoped no one else snagged it before she got there. She didn't want company, and she didn't want to find a new table for herself. Of course, as busy as the caf was, she should have been paying attention to the people around, at least enough to avoid them. This became painfully clear when she crashed into a small form that scurried in front of her. Luckily, she hadn't gotten her food, yet. Unfortunately for the person she'd walked into, he had. Loads of pizza. It looked like a pizza joint had exploded on his shirt and the floor in front of him.
A string of uncharacteristic curses streamed from her mouth as she bent to help pick up the mess. Unable to hide the aggravation, she snapped, "I'm sorry." Well, that wasn't sincere. Trying again, she softened her words a bit, "I didn't see you coming. You ok?" She finally looked up at the poor guy, concern beginning to overwrite the frustration on her face.