Chapter 13
Sally awoke the next morning, having had a restless night. Her harshness towards Julian had plagued her thoughts the previous evening and had troubled her in her sleep causing her to wake every few hours. She didn’t like the person she had become yesterday and made up her mind that even though she believed that she had been right in telling Julian that he should give up on this mystery as it was too far out of his reach, she felt that she could have maybe handled things better. Darrell hadn’t said as much yesterday but Sally knew her friend would think it best that she apologised.
Sally didn’t like the idea of making a special trip to St Salvator’s just to apologise to Julian as she thought that it touched a little too heavily on the feelings she was beginning to have for him, and would make things all too obvious. However the idea of waiting was torturous.
She took a deep breath and reached across the room to poke Darrell on the shoulder as she slept in her bed not three feet away.
“Darrell!” Sally called gently. “Darrell wake up! Oh do wake up! I need to talk to you about something rather important!”
Darrell rolled on to her back, groaning in protest against being woken up so early. She yawned and when she finally opened her eyes, the first thing she did was reach for her alarm clock.
“Sally its half past five in the morning! Whatever is so urgent? Why aren’t you asleep?” she yawned propping herself up in bed on her elbows and peering bleary eyed at her best friend.
“I’m very tempted to say that if the building is not on fire then I’m going back to bed,” she added sulkily. She hadn’t spent the night worried about how her words yesterday had affected anybody and had been quite blissfully asleep until her friend had poked her, but Darrell guessing that Sally wouldn’t have woken her without good reason and did her best to be awake and listen to her.
As Sally poured out her conundrum, Darrell began to wish that Sally could have held on a little long before asking her these questions.
“So what do you think I should do?” Sally asked Darrell, feeling bad for waking her, but at the same time desperate for an answer. “Should I go over before breakfast or wait until we see him later today?”
Darrell yawned again, burrowing under her blankets so her head was the only part of her that could be seen.
“Before breakfast might not be a good idea,” Darrell conceded after a moment’s thought. “Maybe you should try and catch him and David as they go to their morning lecture. You don’t start until ten today, so you’ll have plenty of time to meet them at their lab and then go on to your lecture,” she said carefully, hoping that this would be a sensible idea. It was usually Sally who had sensible ideas not her; Darrell was usually the one who needed a sensible word and help to solve a problem, not Sally. Darrell wasn’t all too sure that she liked this new role reversal.
Sally nodded with understanding.
“I think you’re right,” she said with a small smile. “That would be the best way. I just hope that I can find him… them before their first lecture.”
“I’m sure that won’t be a problem, but now, if you don’t mind, there is still a good two hours before we actually need to be up, and I would like to get a bit more sleep. Do try not to fuss until then and get a rest, there’s a good sport,” Darrell said turning over on her side again, her face away from Sally.
“Yes, alright, I shall try,” Sally said, turning over with a slightly easier mind now and pulled her blankets up over her shoulders.
With her back to Sally and her covers pulled almost over her head, Darrell grinned to herself. Sally had slipped up a little bit. Julian seemed to be playing on her mind more than she would care to admit. Darrell had to stop herself from chuckling, it was slightly amusing to see Julian and Sally dance around each other even if it was something that would quickly become tedious. Darrell was still amused as she dosed off again until the alarm woke her two hours later.
Sally was rather quiet and serious as they got ready for breakfast and got their books together for their first lecture, she was thinking about what she would say to Julian if she could catch him before his lecture. Darrell kept sending her little encouraging smiles as they got ready to go down to breakfast.
The girls went down rather quietly, Sally clearly being slightly nervous at her task ahead. Darrell chattered a little about the weather and the work they had left to do. Sally responded as naturally as she could but her mind wasn’t really paying attention to what Darrell was saying as much as she would have liked. Darrell relented over breakfast and dug out one the novels she had to read for English literature, while Sally tried not to worry herself silly over Julian’s reaction. She still wasn’t sure what she was going to say to him exactly.
As soon as she had finished her breakfast Sally began to make a move, but stopped half way through her preparations to leave. Darrell looked up at her inquiringly.
“What’s up?” she asked marking her place in her book with her finger. “You look scared. Julian’s not going to bite your head off,” she grinned.











