Like Glass, Like Steel | vikkstar123 / craftbattleduty

| 10. Fire, Water |

| 10. Fire, Water |

I slipped the bag off my arm and onto my bed. I couldn't help but think about how I just left Vikk and Vi like that; him struggling under her grasp. Though the were supposedly dating, he did seem grateful at his prior departure from his partner.

But she would've been a headache to me if I stayed, so I did nothing wrong.

I examined my new game from our little trip and set it aside onto my bedside table. I wasn't quite feel in the 'game' mood, however that may seem.

The sun was still high in the sky by the time I left, as it was now. I took in a deep breath, once again alone. I wanted to say I've grown accustomed to this... lifestyle, but honestly, it was a lie. Hell, I went to an academy for troubled students!

Thinking had become my best friend, despite my heartless visage. I've been this way since who knows; 14?

Too long perhaps, but people didn't change.

They revealed who they really are. And I had just revealed myself to a more sketchy 'habits', if you wished to call it that.

Hey, some things didn't change.

I still breathed games, for instance.

As my mind lingered, it just occered to me that Vikk had a liking toward Pokemon. Seemed that we have more in common than I would've thought, mainly because he didn't seem like much of that type.

Neither did I, really.

Come to think of it, I didn't know much about Vikk. Though I only knew him for, what, a week and a half, he was just the scrawny kid who managed to hit up the seemingly most annoying girl in school.

To him, I was probably the mysterious girl who hangs around a blonde kid and is hopefully clearly annoyed by Miss-Annoying herself. But he did nothing except graze the surface of my lonely personality.

I shook the thought off. Why I would want to know Vikk anymore than what I've already acknowledged? I already have one dude to deal with...

And speaking of the blonde, maybe I should pay a cheeky visit to Lachlan. I may appeared to be 'tough', but... I still had feelings.

Disgustingly girly feelings.

I cringed at the thought. I did not want to end up like my sister. That was worst-case scenario.

Hastily, I grabbed my dear penny board which, thankfully, had not gotten confiscated within the past week while Vi was around. With her newly-found big mouth, imagining the attention would be grand. Too bad the students are too oblivious to function for the good.

I recklessly stomped down the stairs from my secluded bedroom and right past Zoey. I heard the quietest scoff escape her glazed lips. I could care less about her thoughts on me because, as I said before, we're like water and fire.

And out the door I went.

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So this is my first chapter. If the tense of the writing seems a little, well, tense, I am deeply sorry. I usually write in present tense rather than past tense. I am adjusting. Sorry :/