Collect of Short Stories

Quarrel

"Looks like we'll be trapped for awhile." Stated Nico. He repeatedly tried the door handle to no avail. The door wouldn't budge one bit and with great reluctance, he turned away and faced the others.
     He wasn't very fond of...any of them. They're either too loud or too quiet, too creepy or too strange. Too formal and too informal. If there was ever a situation that presented itself like this, death hardly seemed to be a bad idea.
     Lyra, unsurprisingly, was the first one to jump on the case, a frustrated sigh escaping her lips before speaking, "Does anyone have their phones? Wyatt was the only one that got to leave, surely we can call him"
     Jill angrily shifted from one foot to another, a hot storm brewing inside of her, anticipating the moment where she'll put Lyra in her place. She shut her eyes briefly, if only to contain the resentment from hearing Lyra's voice.
     "No, Sherlock. If you had any form of memory you would know it got taken away. And stop trying to dictate the situation, literally nobody," she gestured around the room. "Wants to hear you talk."
      Valerie, as Lyra's best friend obligated herself to defend her but just as she was about to rise from her chair, a new voice cut in.
     "Can we not do this again. I had a migraine the last time you two got into a cat fight." Felix yawned absentmindedly into his hand and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms.
     Lyra's crystal blue eyes twitched irritably. She couldn't believe, couldn't start to comprehend how someone such as Felix could hang around someone like Jill for so long without ripping her esophagus out. She barred her teeth and pointed at Jill.
     "You wouldn't understand! I don't get how you can be around this...this bitch, for so long before going batshit crazy!"
     "Excuse me? How fucken dare you?"
     The two locked eyes, completely unaware of Evelyn who rolled her eyes in the far corner.
     "Oh, did you not hear me the first time~" cooed Lyra. She walked up to her slowly, almost in mockery as she cocked her head. "I said you were a bitch. Did you hear me this time?"
     It took all of Jill's willpower to not slap her at that moment though her fingers twitched in anticipation. She grinded her jaw, so hard that quite possibly, sparks flew around in her mouth. Her eyes narrowed, anger matching a smug grin that was now plastered shamelessly in Lyra's face.
     "You know..." whispered Rafe into Emmet's  ear. "I wish we had popcorn."
     The two dived into a conversation about which of the girls would win in a fist fight as just two meters away, Maven and James were discussing death ideas.
     "We're five stories up, if someone were to leap out, they'll die." Stated James matter-a-factly.
     "Is that really such a bad outcome?" The two males locked eyes and a mischievous glimmer colored Maven's expression as his lips twisted up in a cruel smile. His eyes continued to bore down to bottom ground as James sighed miserably up into the air. "What's taking Wyatt so long. Wait, why did he leave in the first place?"
     Maven pondered over this for moment, his mind beginning to reel backwards. "I think he wanted to get some snacks."
     "Then it shouldn't be taking this long~! I don't know how long I can handle before I bash my brain against the wall."
     "I would to see that."
     As the two dived into a series of dark humor, the verbal battle still raged on between the two blondes.
     Jill dug her nails into the palms of her hands, creating imprints she paid no attention to. "You think you're just so much better than everyone else here! Well guess what, we don't care!"
     "When did I ever say I was better than anyone here?"
     "Are you really that blind? Even fucken Valerie, that dog you keep around on your leash—"
    Lyra has had enough of this bullshit. She stormed up to Jill and collected a fist full of her collar before slamming her onto the desk behind her. Veins popped out of her hands as Jill, through it all, let out a grin. To gain such a reaction just proves she's winning. She touched on a subject very valuable.
     "Don't call her a fucken dog! Look at yourself in the goddamn mirror and see whose really the animal!" Her face twisted into a sneer. "You will regret ever saying that to my face, Jill." She spat her name out like it was pure venom.
     Just then, the knob to the door twisted and shook from left to right before finally opening up to reveal Wyatt with a opened soda can in one hand a potato chip bag in the other.
     "Sorry, guys. I found this really cute girl with brown hair and—" he stopped midway through his sentence, as if finally aware to the scene in front of him.
     Evelyn sulking in the corner (which mind you is pretty normal) with Nico, Maven dangling half his body outside the window with James cheering him on. Rafe and Emmet exchanging imaginary popcorn, Felix repeatedly tapping the top of his head, his face strained and finally Lyra hovering over Jill with complete bloodlust written all over her.
     "Ah...what did I miss?"