the Rarity

Chapter 7

Week after week, training continues as well as the rumors, theories, speculations, and tensions. Most people around the compound are either one two sides of the Rarity theories from what I can tell: either they don't give a shit, or they are overly nervous and paranoid about everyone around them. Being the fact that all of us trainees are teenagers and don't really care that much about a bunch of rumors, its mostly the adults that are paranoid, and a few anxious trainees.

We have however heard that the King and Queen are apparently supposed to be making an appearance at each training facilities for the compounds to discuss what "we are and are not supposed to do if we have any suspicions of Rarities or if we are one ourselves." As if any teenager wants to be known as the tattle tale if the compound and wants to be responsible for the death of an innocent. Well, pretty much everyone. Everyone except Hazel. Honestly, with her hate towards Rarities, I wouldn't be surprised if she was happy, she told the authorities about suspicions of Rarities. 

But, as we continue training, most people are trying to just focus on progressing their skill instead of focusing on distractors like rumors. I make my way down to the bank of the frozen over bay as the frigid late November air nips at my nose and ears. After talking with Owen, gaining control of may powers has been the only other thing on my mind beside trying not to be found out. 

Unable to sleep, I find myself in the fitness room releasing stress and anger. With the new Exec Order and after talking with Owen, I have so much on my mind with trying to find a balance between keeping the secret of being a Rarity, while harnessing my Rarity abilities while also building my water elemental powers. Not to mention the constant feeling of being watched by trainers and new Dominion Soldiers that have started swarming the compound. 

I stand in a fighting stance preparing to strike the punching bag again and again, exerting more and more frustration with each punch. I keep hitting and hitting the bag, completely distracted by my thoughts. When I finally decided to give my muscles a break and grab a sip of water when I see him. That arrogant, narcissistic, asshole who thinks he is better than everyone else.
"What the hell! Do you need something?" I say, anger lacing my voice.

"Uh, nothing." Caleb replies as if he wasn't just watching me try to de-stress at 2 in the morning.
Suddenly realizing that he was just watching me, I become abruptly self-conscious. "How long h-have you been standing there?"

"Longer than you'd like." He smirks at me, picking up on my sudden nervousness.

"So you just decided to stand there and watch me punch a punching bag, why?"

"Uh...umm..." he hesitates.

"Well, if you can't explain yourself than can you please leave? I won't ask nicely again." I reply again in my frustrated tone.

"You know, you really shouldn't judge people before you get to know them. You know nothing about me yet you automatically hate me."

"Well, I'm sorry I don't think I'd really like getting to know an arrogant momma's boy who has never had to work for anything his entire life and acts like he is superior to everyone. No thanks." 

"Wow. Is that really what you think of me?" I could tell he was hurt, causing the guilty feeling to flood my chest. "See, you have no defense, do you? You know, I actually have had to work for several things in my life like, I don't know, learning how to run a kingdom with a wall, literal wall of uncertainty surrounding it. While you were in elementary through high school, I was learning how to lead. So, don't you dare pretend to know me."

"L-Look, I'm sorry. I didn't realize. I'm just... I'm just under a lot of pressure right now and I-I just snapped. I'm sorry." I say guilt lacing my words.