Sequel to 'Choices'.
When he said, "It's no where near enough-" he really did mean it after all.
Hardin Scott has held a stunning record at breaking hearts, especially when he is served Theresa Young's.
Bleeding in love, Tessa has concluded that pe...
"I will deny thee nothing: Whereon, I do beseech thee, grant me this, to leave me but a little to myself."
"Shall I deny you? no: farewell, my lord."
"Farewell, my Desdemona: I'll come to thee straight."
"Emilia, come. Be as your fancies teach you; Whate'er you be, I am obedient."
"Alright, let's stop there. Brit's not here, so we don't have an Emilia. We can continue later. And Patrick, just try to bring a bit more power in that voice, you know. Othello should sound- authoritative-" I say out to Patrick and Cora on the stage, as they nod and then turn around to the rest of the people in the auditorium.
"Okay, good work, everyone- that's it for today."
Everyone disperses, and I run my palms on my face. Getting a play prepped up is easier than one conversation with Hardin.
"Give my best to Desdemona." I grumble to myself, imitating his deep, thick accent.
Idiot. He shut the door on me. The door that's there because of me. Ungrateful orangutan. I pack up my things, and start walking off towards the cafeteria. I need a strong coffee, to rip off his memory. Ever since I returned from there, I have been in the auditorium, giving his best to Desdemona.
I scoff. I need to vent. Where the hell is Lily, since she went to find Steve?!
*
I slurp through my coffee, with narrowed eyes, looking straight at a table two feet away from me. I gulp every unreasonable dollop of rage with the caffeine. She laughs brightly, gracefully, and I realise that she is, actually- kind of- beautiful. Magical's a bit too much bu-
"I am just so tired of this person, I am going to kill him in his sleep!" Brit sits in the chair adjacent to mine, with a huff.
"AND I'M GOING TO SMUGGLE OUT HIS KIDNEY, AND THEN SELL IT IN THE BLOODY UNDERWORLD, OH I HATE HIM!" I jump lightly as Lily joins the table with her loud shout. Sienna and her group looks over and I immediately avert my gaze.
"Kidney's not enough, I want to skin him alive, and then make a boot out of it-" I spit out distastefully, thinking about his earlier behaviour.
"He is, just so maddening, it's like he has these spasms- of abnormal-" Brit speaks this time, and I spat my palm on the table in agreement.
"WHO EVEN PASSED HIM AS A HUMAN, HE IS SUCH A MIGRAINE!" Lily is borderline scaring me, but damn is she right.
"You know, HE striked out my name from the pageant list-" Brit says unbelievably.
"And Brandon said that I,have to pair up with him for the dance, and HE said he'll rather go with a red raven, because that's the same thing!" Lily utters in hate.
"and HE called me 100 % mental, pitiful, disgusting, useless and shut the new door on my face!" I declare furiously.
All three of us sit silent, breathing heavily, when I look up in confusion.
"Who are you two talking about?" I ask suspiciously.
"Wait, who are you talking about, Tessa?"
"DAMN, WHO ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
We look at each other in irritation. We have been rambling about different people?! With the same energy, oh God.
"Hardin-" "Hardin Scott-" "Har-ass-din-"
I look at them, wide eyed. And they, at me. No one speaks anything for the longest time.
Then slowly Lily's face twists in anger, and she raises her glass of smoothie. And Brit and I raise ours, bumping all three glasses together in a hateful, fuming angry sigh.
*
The whole weekend went away with all three of us roasting one Hardin Scott. Even Brit came over on Saturday. Of course, he didn't know. She was rather reluctant to tell me, but I know she knows, that Hardin probably wouldn't have liked her being with me- given the whole I still loathe you mindset.
He had struck off Brit's name from the pageant list. And said that it was because he didn't like her gown for the occasion. Pfft. Judgey little slug. Of course, Lily put her back on.
Brandon pulled his signature 'sends a good message' move and asked the deputies to pair up for the pageant dance. She is absolutely repulsed. I can only imagine who goes down first. Just thinking of rehearsals is giving me an imaginary nosebleed.
He knew that every boy was going to attend the pageant without asking twice, but throw an enormous tantrum for the dance. So he made it compulsory for at least the Council members. Discretion, for others.
I realised this means that I'll have to go with Trevor, given I'm participating as well. It already sounds awkward. I figure I should talk to him sometime, explain- clarify certain things.
Thinking of Trevor, I think back of the time he was so worried when Hardin came out of the locked gymnasium. Hardin may be a first class irritant, but seeing these two, always makes me so warm.
I only pray, that they should always stick together. Because even if Hardin never tells me of these- issues that he has, I know he'll tell Trevor. And that's enough for right now.
*
"Listen, let's bunk math. Pl-e-e-e-ase!" Lily speaks up beside me, as we pace down the hallway, almost late for Math.
"Nope, not happening." I clip and she groans.
"How can you be so- disloyal!"
"Lily, if you want to bunk a class, shouldn't you bunk one where missing it would not actually make a difference because you're good at it? As it is, we can't successfully do Math- attending would at least make sure it doesn't turn into complete Latin overnight!"
She stomps her feet heavily with irritation, and I squeeze past the people.
"That is not how bunking works!" She grumbles to herself, and I ignore her.
But as we enter the class, our steps halt in shock-
Author's rant:
Sorry, but not sorry- don't we love cliffhangers?
Now I know this chapter was fairly short, so I'll update the next one in a few hours. And that, is gonna be intense, so hang on.
And oh, tell me what you think about the girls and their infectious energy!
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