Arguments and OutcomesMature

Once I'd made it out of the food hall I decided I had to get out of here. Too many people around, and the way I was feeling that wasn't good. I slipped out the side door we'd used last night and did a runner, down in to the trees and as far in to them as I could go, until I'd stopped seeing the school through the branches. Then I wandered, kicking up the leaves. 

The ignorance of some people astonishes me. How can it be possible that such narrow minded..? Ugh god. I mean... to be offended over something like that...

I stopped quickly, looking down at the water I'd almost fallen in to. The lake... everything had been fine till we'd been caught. Clearly Makenna wasn't happy about that, and that was what had brought this on. Or blatant homophobia. Eve-phobia. Well there's something new... not.

I picked up a stone and threw it in the lake. I was skipping class, first day and already skipping class... it was only maths. I didn't like maths. Not one damned bit. And I needed to get calm before art, because that I actually care about. 

Who the hell did she think she was? Makenna with her grand plans of saving the world... but she can look down on me? Just like my mum.  Just like my dad... 

"I will not have a daughter that is perverse! I won't do it!"

"She'll grow out of it Daniel!"

"No she won't! She's sick, and she'll always be sick. I'm leaving and if you can't see how sick she is, then I'm leaving you too."

The door slammed and from the spaces between the balcony guard I watched my mother almost follow him.

"Miss Ward, why aren't you in class?" 

I was dragged out of my head by Oliver's voice. 

"It's Miss Ward now? I thought we were closer than that." I tried cheekily, not turning to face him because I could feel tears on my cheeks. 

"Eve, which ever class you are supposed to be in I suggest you go to it. Now."

"I'd rather be here."

"Eve, I don't know what you think is going on but let me tell you. You're a student, at a school. You do as the teachers tell you, and you learn. That is what you're doing here. What you do in your free time is basically up to you, as long as you don't break the rules, but when school hours begin you follow your timetable. Now get to class or else I'm taking you to the headteacher."

"Oh yeah?" I turned to face him and saw his face drop slightly when he saw I'd been crying. "Big deal. My mum, how terrifying. What else could she possibly say?" 

"What's happened...? Are you okay?"

"Sure. Never better." I dashed away the tears and began stalking in to the trees again. 

"Eve wait-"

"Sorry, got to get to class. Apparently I'm not allowed to have a moment to myself here." I ran off up the hill and through the trees. Just before I got to the school I stopped and took my mirror out from my bag. I looked awful. I fixed my makeup and you couldn't even tell I'd been crying. Damned if I'm letting that Makenna think she's gotten to me. 

God anything but that and I'd have been fine, but it was like a blast from the past, and I hadn't been expecting it. 

Straightening my back and taking a deep breath, I marched across the grass towards the doors. 

"Psst." I glanced around and saw a girl peering over the little wall that was next to the door. "Come here."

Frowning I turned and went around the wall. Stairs led down to a closed door and the girl was leaning against the wall. There was a sketch pad on the floor. 

"Is this where you kill me?" I asked, raising an  eyebrow and smiling. She chuckled and shook her head, and her light scarlet hair cascaded over her shoulders and down on to her chest. I couldn't quite draw my eyes away from the way it seemed to keep moving, even when the waves were still.

"You're Eve right?"


"I'm Alexandra... Alex. You want to sit?"

"Sure." She sat and I followed, leaning against the opposite wall. "So what is this? Your hideout?"

"Yeah. I'm avoiding maths."

"Me too."

She smiled.

"Do you like art? I heard you like art."

"You seem to know quite a lot."

She grinned and bit her lip.

"I heard some guys talking about you. They were kind of intrigued."

"Oh yeah?" I raised an eyebrow and grinned at her. "What did they say?" Her face dropped. "Oh... not good stuff then." I was kind of disappointed. 

"They were just being guys... you know... they were wondering what it'd be like... to... be with you. They wondered whether you'd bring a friend."

Jesus. One blow after another. I looked away. 


"I made their experiment overflow. They screamed like babies."

I looked at her and smiled. 

"How'd you do that? And why?"

She shrugged.

"I just turned the heat up. Shame it wasn't something a little dangerous. You'd have thought it was the way they reacted. And I guess I hate it when people typecast and stereotype."

"You didn't even know me. You could have been caught."

"Not really." She grinned, clicking her fingers. A flame jumped from them, like a candle being lit. I stared at it, flickering from her thumb, until she softly blew it out. "You like?"

I nodded and grinned. 

"But I have to ask... the hair... is it because of your skill or is it natural?"

"It might have had a bit of help but I'm a red head." She smiled. "Guess it was in my blood. So, I've shown you mine, what's yours?"

"I've got an electric personality." I winked. 

"So I see." She grinned. "But I'm guessing you mean literally as well... so how does that work? Being electric?"

"It's just there... like another layer of skin. I just keep it off all the time."

"Unless the lights go out?" She smirked and I raised an eyebrow, grinning. 

"Yeah. Sorry to take over your job in a blackout."

She chuckled. 

"No problem. It's tiring, being a candle."

"I imagine your old flames miss that."

"I imagine yours miss you being in charge."

"Good one." I grinned.

"I thought so," She replied in kind. 

The bell rang. 

"I'd better go," I said, almost with regret. This girl had made me forget how upset I'd been earlier, and she held her own bantering with me. "I have art and I have to find it first."

"I can help with that. It's where I'm going." She picked up her sketch pad and slipped it in her bag. "You never answered me before, about art."

"I love it."

"Me too." She grinned. "Come on, I'll show you where it is. You'll like the teacher, Jemima... she lets us do basically whatever we want, and we call her by her first name."

"Other teachers get offended when I do that." I grinned. 

"It compromises their authority." She smiled. "I was in your English class."

"Oh really? What did you think?"

"I think he likes you." She grinned and then held the door open for me to go through. "He's definitely got his work cut out for him."

"So you think I'm a hand full?" I arched my eyebrow, looking back at her. 

"Only for someone who's not willing to take you on." She winked and then marched ahead of me. I followed, grinning. She was definitely interesting. And cute too. 

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