/lit/ - Literature

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"You left your laptop here"
And there it was. I could picture the scene immediately. She had been using my computer to work on her assignment, and had been privy to my private and lurid conversation with our mutual friend Alicia thanks to Facebook Messenger pop ups. How could I have been so stupid.
After a brief pause I started again.
"Could I get my laptop? Or perhaps I'll get it later." I struggled to find a more delicate way to deal with this new information.
"I'll give it to you later, it's upstairs."
"Could we go up and get it and maybe talk?" I asked.
"I don't think so. Alicia is upstairs."
I felt a little betrayed. They were both here, consoling one another and ganging up against me.
"Why is she here."
"Why are you such an asshole."
I couldn't argue with that. I considered saying sorry but felt like it wouldn't help the situation, so instead I just stared at her.
"I'm gonna go back up. I'll give your laptop to Jack and he can give it to you."
I thanked her and turned to walk away, hoping she might stop being so listless and actually engage me about what I had done. I heard the elevator doors clonk open again and saw her stepping into its steel maw as I looked back.

All in all I considered myself lucky to escape without a fight or even any noticeable tears. I was deeply uncomfortable that they still had my computer, but she had assured me I'd get it back. Nothing gained nothing lost I thought to myself as I crossed the road and entered the bar for a cider.