Inverse Approach, Identical Aspires

Chapter 3

Quin

"Quin."

"Taylor"

I glare into Taylor's dark eyes whilst rubbing my throbbing nose. They're storm cloud grey swirls are polished with a sick mix of angry and disgust. grey-blue speks dot her irrises completinging the illusion of a glorious storm. Some say eyes are the window into the soul, it makes no scientifcal sense, yet Taylors personality could match flawlessly with the cruel ruthless buety inside her eyes.

"What are you doing here?" She asks me.

the question brings my focuss back to our current reality. Though I can still feel the cool mist of the coming storm.

"Going back to my room." I thought it was pretty obvious.

"No, what are you doing in this orginazation." Her words aim to assult me. "You dont have any powers so you couldnt possibly have any emotional ties to this movement. And now that my fathers dead, you don't have anyone you need to constantly impress and suck up to for worthless praise. So why are you still here?"

Her statement renders me speakless for the timebeing. Damn. Is that what she really thinks of me? Her fathers attention and praise meant jack shit to me, hell, his constant praise was actuly annoying, he never knew when to draw the line. Someone must have been jealous.

"Look Taylor, don't blame your daddy issues on me, it's not my fault he didn't care for you." I fire back.

Its true our leader didnt show her as much love as a parent should. Quite possibly the only two things able to hold my attention have been my work, and taylors attitude. I find it perplexing how she put so much effort into pleasing her father, as if his option wasnt worthless.

"And dont assume this movement doesnt matter to me just because I dont posses some magical ability. I prove my worth through my inventions, and they've done way more good then your powers have in years.

Taylor raises her finger to point at me in preperation for her own comeback but no words leave her parted lips. Her liquid flames lips that capture to]he floressent lights up above and reflect them to my eyes. They sparkle like diamonds, drawing my focuss in and never letting go. I wonder what she would do if I dared to touch them.

"Well at least I had a dad!" She growls, her storm eyes thundering with deep anger.

"Actually, my dad's still alive, I think." I haven't seen him in a while, so I cant be certain.

My calm reaction seems to fuel the raging storm inside her to a peak. Her cheeks shift to a deep flush, my guess is due to embarrassment. I wasn't aiming to do so, just stating the truth. All that churning anger now expoldes from her as she shouts at me.

"WHat is wrong with you?!"

Im honestly not quite sure about that one.

"I just trash talked you and you're family, but you don't look as if you give a damn!" She finishes while throwing her arms up towards the ceiling. A quick flash of orange tells me she recently painted her nails, it's much more fitting than the sea blue she used to wear.

I dont get a chance to respond before Taylor spins around and waltz off. Im pretty sure i hear her wisper something under her breath. Does she relize she's going back the way she came? I shrug to myself, then follow her forwards.

We continue like this for a bit. I know she can hear the clump of my platforms against the concrete flooring. Two, maybe three minutes pass before she finaly wirls back around to shout at me.