Minor Difference

chapter 32: costume

Greyson

She left so fast and out of no where. I knew she didn't have to use the restroom.

She's a horrible liar. You can see it all in her face. I just hope I didn't make her uncomfortable with sitting on my lap.

I listen to the conversation happening between Saffron and Dylan who were already talking about their costume ideas.

"I wanna do something sexy. Show off my legs and maybe some cleavage," Dylan smiles, obviously excited. Saffron seems to like that idea.

I don't think I can last any longer alone with these losers without violet.

"Um, I'm gonna go look for Vi" I clear my throat to excuse myself. They both wave off to me and I grab my backpack from the ground, swinging it over my back.

I take long strides trying to find the girls restroom. That's when I see her.

She is a couples feet from the door, walking away with her head turned down. I begin walking towards her, until I see Jade and her fucking minion pets standing in front of the door staring at violets back.

I back up and hide behind a wall.

I don't want her to see me. I don't want to be in the same room as her. So far, I've been doing good with avoiding her.

I lean against the wall until I wear a squeaky door opening, signaling them going into the bathroom.

I release the breath i didn't know I was holding and start my way towards Violet. Who was still walking.

"Graham" I call out. She turns around surprised.

"I was headed my way back" She avoids eye contact and tenses her face. She's lying again.

"No you weren't," I step closer to her and tilt my head. I'm disappointed at her lying. As if I couldn't tell and that she doesn't trust me,"Why'd you leave?"

"I just needed to pee," She begins walking again. I follow closely behind her.

"Where we going?,"

"Library" She says plainly.

Just like old times. The library.

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We arrive at the library and find the same table we once sat at before. She brings out a notebook and a pencil and begins writing.

I'm guessing that's her writing journal.

I clear my throat. To break the silence.

"So, um. Do you wanna come over today? The love birds are already planning their couples costume and I really wanna win," I run my hand through my hair.

"Yeah sure," she flicks her brown eyes to me with a little soft smile.

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Violet and I are sitting on my bed. I lay on my back, looking at the ceiling while she lays on her stomach, staring out my window.

"Viiiioletttt, you're not helping," I groan. We were trying to come up with costumes ideas and she just kept disagreeing with me. Not even contributing.

So far i've came up with Mario and Luigi, Shrek and Fiona and prisoners. But she said they're all basic.

"I know. I just have a lot on my mind right now," She groaned. I shoot up from my spot, so I could face her directly. I hurriedly, try to think of a way to handle this.

I see she's staring at the window. Same as she was last time. Looking down at my pool. And that's when an idea popped into my head.

Though it is October. It is actually a very warm day today. Thank you global warming and climate change.

Maybe a nice pool day will help ease her.

I hop out the bed, leaving her unexpectedly. I can feel her eyes trained on me as I exit the room. Wondering.

I enter the hallways, until I make it to my destination. Gretchen's room.

I knock of course. Once. Twice.

"Whaaatt?," Greer groans lowly as she cracks the door open. What's her problem?

"Do you have a swim suit? A clean one?," I ask. She definitely does, She goes shopping constantly and it's almost always for bathing suits.

"uh why?," She tilts her head and scrunches up her face in disgust and confusion.

"Not like that, perv. Vi and I are going swimming,"

"okay," She leaves the door and not even twenty second later she hands me and top and bottom so tiny it can fit in the palm of my hand. I don't think she'll like this but whatever.

I say thank you to my sister before I head back into my room. Violet is still staring at the window.

So I throw the suit at her.

"What is this" She holds the clothing piece up and examines it. Her eyebrows raise and lips purse.

"Dude, put it on. We're going swimming. Chop chop," I clap my hands.

She rolls her eyes to the back of her head before getting up and walking into my bathroom.