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It'd been annoying, having to keep my distance because of Makenna. Neither of us were up for speaking to each other right now, and I personally didn't care. Whatever the reason for her jumping down my throat yesterday, she could damn well explain and apologise. 

But it did give me reason to hangout with Alex again. She took me outside for dinner, hiding her food in her bag so none of the teachers would stop us. We sat in the stairwell again and I sketched her. She smiled every time I looked up, pretending to peer over the pad to see. 

"Stop peeking." I grinned. 

"I want to see." She said, twisting her half eaten apple between her thumb and middle finger. 

"I'm not done." 

"I don't care."

I sighed and showed her. She frowned. 

"I'm not that pretty."

"Yeah you are."

She grinned. 

"Oh yeah? Been looking?"

"Obviously. I have to, you know, when I'm drawing you." I smirked. 

"Shut up." She grinned and began to finish her apple. I continued on the sketch. There was something nice about just sitting there, doing something I loved. With someone who got me. Alex finished her apple and threw it backwards over the wall. I was about to suggest we went to the common room when there was a muffled 'ouch' from the other side. "Sssh." Alex giggled. I went to peek round the edge of the wall to see who it was but she pulled me back. We sat there and listened. 

"Alright, who threw that?" I heard my mother's voice call out. But it hadn't sounded like her before... "Come out and apologise to Mr. Robyns."

Alex widened her eyes at me grinning. 

"Oops." She whispered. "That'll stop him liking you."

"Oh yeah, like that's going to happen." I winked. 


I rolled my eyes. My mum couldn't even see me and she was blaming me. Of course. Had to be me. 

"Er... no miss!" Alex called, winking at me and leaving the steps. "It was me, sorry. Sorry Mr. Robyns. I just finished and didn't think to look."

"That's alright." He accepted her apology. 

"I have to go Mr. Robyns. I'll leave you to deal with this however you see fit." I heard my mother say. After a few seconds I heard Oliver cough. 

"Well, I don't think there needs to be any follow up. Just be careful when you throw things from now on."

"Don't worry sir, I will."

"Alright then."



"Do you know the headmistresses daughter? Eve?"

"I believe I've already taught her." As if he hadn't noticed. Ha!

"Well she's my friend and I wondered if you'd seen her. Only she was upset yesterday and..."


"Well I just wanted to talk to her. I thought you might have seen her."

"No, I haven't. But if she's upset she should speak to someone. It's not good to hold things in."

"Could she talk to a member of staff do you think?"

"Yes I don't see why not. If it's something that needs a staff members attention."

"What about you sir? Could she talk to you?"

"... Yes. I suppose." He sounded hesitant. I smirked and leaned against the wall. 

"Thank you sir. I'll be sure to tell her, when I see her. She'll be glad to know she can talk to you. She said you see past her front."

"... Uh... well... yes. Excellent. Well I have to go. Goodbye." 

It wasn't long before Alex reappeared and sat next to me. 

"What was that all about?" I asked. 

"Well, I know you're trying to wind him up, and I thought that might help. It'll mean he's less likely to push you away if you act out."

"You're clever, you know that?"

"No, I'm mischievous and a criminal master mind." She grinned. 

"I like that." I flirted. She grinned. 

"Come on. I'll show you Arnold and Pascal."

"Arnold and- who are they?"

"My fish. I'm not supposed to have them. But I keep them hidden in the bathroom during the day and no one's found them yet." She grinned. "You'll like them. They're colourful."

I rolled my eyes at her but followed her around the side of the building and inside, up the stairs and to her room. I was curious to see her room and find out what sort of person she was. 

Inside it was... colourful. Coloured material was hung across the ceiling in waves, some of them draping down the walls. Her drawings and paintings were all over the walls, and almost empty sheets of paper surrounded her bed, some doodles having made their way on to them. There were candles lining the window which she lit with a flick of her fingers. The light made shadows against the cloth since it had begun to get dark outside, and I grinned appreciatively round. 

"Nice room."

"I thought you'd like it. I change it all the time. I get bored." She smiled. "This way." I followed her in to her bathroom where everything that wasn't already there was blue and sea like. She'd even painted bubbles on the tile. "Meet Arnold and Pascal."

I looked at the two fish in their bowls, swimming happily around either side of the taps. 

"They're separate."

"They're fighting fish. Have to keep them apart else they'd kill each other."

"Ah." I nodded, peering at them. "I like them."

"Gives me company while I'm in the tub."

"Yeah, how come you get a tub?" I asked. 

"They'd run out of room and this was reserved for disabled students. It was the only one left when I started and I refuse to leave now. Not that there aren't other disabled rooms so it's okay... you know, I'm not depriving anyone. If there was I'd leave straight away but... sorry, babbling. Come on." She pulled me back in to her room. "Music?"

"If you want." I smiled. So what do you want to do?"

She grinned at me as she put on some music. 

"How about drink?"


"I've got a bottle hidden. Want some?"

"What is it?"

"Just wine. But I take what I can get."

"Sure. Why not?"

We sat on her bed drinking wine and munching on chocolate. 

"You take photos." I said, pointing at the camera that sat on the shelf.

"Yeah. Black and white mainly. I develop them here. You want to see?"

"Sure. Are those yours?" I asked, pointing towards some black and white photos of flames, candles, people....

"Yeah. I took them last year. Maybe I should photograph you." She smirked. 

"Me?" I laughed. "Why?"

"Because," She said, businesslike. "I want to now. What are you doing this weekend?"

"No official plans."

"Good. Your mine then." She reached down the side of her bed and pulled out a portfolio. "Here, look through. I'm going to find more chocolate." She jumped off the bed, wobbled a bit, and then went the wardrobe. 

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