Creatures of Eviood High - Forever Shattered (#2)

8. Not so 'fun' fair

8. Not so 'fun' fair

"Scar...no...just, no."

She rolls her eyes. "You sound like my mother."

"You are not wearing that!"

"Why not?"

"...people don't wear that."

She tucks her hands into her black, leather vest. "Sure they do."

"Scar...people do not wear bikey pants with spikes...big boots with spikes and a leather jacket with spikes...you ain't a Deadly Nadder! Seriously!"

She smirks. "But me like this look."

I throw my hands up in the air. "I am not going anywhere with you looking like that!"

She pouts. "I-It's not that bad?"

I growl, storming out of the room and to my own, slamming the door. I lean up against my door, sliding down it so I sit at the base of it.

What is with you Fate? Your anger has being flaring quite bad. What's wrong?

EVERYTHING!!

I hold my head in my hands, breathing steadily and slowly. I slowly get up when I feel like I have calmed down, and I head into my bathroom, stripping and taking an ice cold shower.

There's something wrong with me.

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Kat POV

"You look fine" I say to Scar. "Her hormones are probably just going haywire."

She pouts. "But she doesn't usually act like that."

I shrug, turning a page in my book. "A shiz load of Gish has happened to her. I'm surprised she hasn't destroyed something."

Scar groans, taking her jacket off. "She's not the normal Fate I used to know...actually, I miss Violet."

"We all do" says Gavin as he walks in.

I sigh, flipping another page in my book as I lay on the couch, glasses on the tip of my nose. Scar is standing next to the couch, her anger flaring as she looks to Gavin.

"Its your fault Gav."

He raises an eyebrow. "How?"

"She didn't choose you!" exclaims Scar, throwing her hands up in the air.

Gavin flinches.

"Scar..." I growl.

"She's all messed up now! Maybe if you were a little more sexy, she would of chosen you!"

"He's already sexy Scar" I groan. "That's not why she didn't choose Gavin."

Gavin's face turns red.

"Then what is it!" snaps Scar, her red eyes showing through her contact lenses. "What made her do it!"

I slam my book closed, standing and facing Scar. She looks to me, a deadly look in her eyes.

"...because she was pressured. She didn't know what to do; she looked at the situation with logic. Not with her heart" I growl.

Scar grabs a bowl off the counter and throws it at me and I squeal, darting away from it as it crashes to the wall.

"I DONT CARE!!" she roars, grabbing a cup and throwing it at me.

WHAT THE GISH IS WRONG WITH SCAR?!?!

I dodge the cup and Gavin grabs her arm just as she is about to throw another bowl.

"Stop it Scar, this isn't you."