SYLVI DROPPED THE ACT THE SECOND SHE AND RHAMAH SPLIT, HER BREATHS SAWED OUT OF HER, HER HEART WAS A TICKING TIME BOMB IN HER CHEST.
She was going to meet Anthony Crest.
She was going to finally get some answers. The bubble of stress that had wedged itself between her lungs shrank and she felt herself truly breathe, she even allowed a small smile as she sat beneath the magnolia tree and held her head in her hands. But she couldn't enjoy it. It was like an itch spreading over her, an inkling that she couldn't place on one particular thing. The silence of the past few days had been strange. Though she attributed it mostly to silencing her phone, it brought back the swelling bubble the longer it was dead in her pocket.
She pulled it out and immediately was met with a wall of notifications.
6 missed calls. Five from her mother, one from Samuel. She called him.
"Finally, I've been wondering about you, Carson."
Her jaw clenched. Pain flared in her mouth as her teeth ground and awkwardly clacked against each other. "Samuel. What do you need?"
"Don't tell me you've forgotten? Today marks Luthor Henriks eighteenth year of life."
"And?" she said, sharper than she'd meant to. She was pacing, running her hands through her hair. She didn't know where her feet where taking her. She didn't care.
"Dress up," he stated, "be at the Tower in the next quarter hour. See you soon, Carson." He hung up.
**
She took an extra two minutes. April wasn't in the room when she came back, and it was a releif. She quickly put on a loose black button-down and dress pants with wide legs. It hurt a bit to put it on, all gifts from April, all things that reminded her of their fight in the car.
"You dressed up, Sylvi. You knew you were going. You conspired with Samuel Webb of all people, the one person on campus I believe you actually hate and you didn't even bother to tell me."
She bit down on the inside of her cheek until it hurt and shut the door to their room.
Everyone was inside when she got to the Tower. All in more comfortable clothing. Standing. Except for Samuel who lounged in his cathedra and checked his watch. And Archer who seemed to make a point to stand as far away from her as possible.
"Ah Carson, another minute and we'd've left."
"Where's Sienna?" she asked and turned her head as if Sienna were hiding somewhere.
"Outside moping," Roman sighed and slung an arm over her shoulder. "You'll come to grow used to the smell of 'fragrance store' hanging out with her after one of her moods"
She peeled his arm off. "She's in a mood?"
"She can't swim," Roman clarified. "And she hates anything that floats, I suppose its a kind of projection, isn't it?"
Samuel checked a nice, silvered watch on his wrist. "I'd prefer you refrain from the ridicule until she's an earshot, Roman."
Roman scoffed. "You just want me to get in trouble."
Sienna was indeed outside the door, smoking, and it did indeed smell like a fragrance store. The smell of lavender stuck on her even as she slipped into her coat and descended onto the walkway with them. She nodded at Sylvi when their eyes met.
"Good to see you," she said. "I hope these past few days haven't been too stressful."
Sylvi put her hands into the pockets of her overcoat. "Oh I'm peachy-keen."
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