Indigo and Violet

Chapter 23: Master Of Puppets

I leaned back on the bench, putting my head on Nat's lap and letting out a soft sigh. My mind kept wandering back to Indigo, even though I hadn't seen him in three weeks.

"So, how are you doing, you know, now that you're Indigoless?" She asked. I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

"I think I'm finally over him. Or at least getting there." I lied. I knew damn well that I was still in love with Indigo, but I needed Nat to believe that I was slowly moving on. Honestly I couldn't stop thinking about Indigo, I had even made an analogy for our relationship. I was like a puppet and he was in control over what I did. He just had to tug on the strings and I'd be there in a heartbeat if he needed me, but I decided to cut the strings. Cutting the strings would be the first step to moving on completely and never being used by the puppet master again. Nat looked down at me, trying to see any signs of a lie, but I hid them all, not wanting her to worry about me.

"Nat, I swear I'm fine," I assured her, looking into her eyes. She sighed and nodded.

"Okay. I'm just worried about you." She paused before her face lit up.

"Oh! I have an idea." She cheered, looking at me with a mischievous look in her eyes. I raised my eyebrow at her, sitting up and leaning my back against the bench.

"Oh yeah?" I asked her with a small, playful smirk tugging at my lips.

"We should go to a party. It might get your mind off of everything for a bit." She suggested. I shook my head, sighing.

"I don't party anymore Nat, you know that." I refused. She rolled her eyes.

"You don't have to party, you can just go and be boring there." She chuckled. I sighed, but nodded anyway, knowing that she wasn't going to take no for an answer.

"Fine. We'll go. I think there's a party tonight." I suggested. She beamed at me, wrapping her arms around me.

"Yay! I'm so excited." She cheered. I frowned, but on the inside I was excited too. If this was the only opportunity I had to get Indigo off of my mind, it would have to do. I had a multi-step plan to get over Indigo. Step One: Stay away from him. Check. Step Two: Cut the strings. Step Three: Distract myself. Step Four: Graduate and move away. Step Five: Tada! I'm over him. So far I had done two steps and the party would be the beginning of step three.

I sighed, sitting down in my art class, dread filling my body, knowing that I would have to see Indigo in my class. I was one of the first people to make it to class, other than a girl who was on the phone with her boyfriend four seats away from me and a guy who was reading a book at the very back of the class. I pulled out some paper and colored pencils and began to draw. As soon as my pencil hit my paper Indigo walked in and sat at his seat, not looking at me the entire time. The classroom had been filled while I was drawing and avoiding Indigo as much as possible when, as I set down a colored pencil, it rolled off of my desk and landed underneath Indigo's. He looked down at it, picked it up and looked up at me. As soon as his eyes landed on me they filled with guilt and his neutral expression turned into a deep frown.

"Hey Vi..." Indigo began, but he stopped when the chatter in the class ceased and all eyes were on him. He looked around, growing irritated.

"Violet. Is this your pencil?" He asked, his voice coming out smooth and soft. After three weeks of not hearing his voice at all, hearing it now made my heart flutter and my hands shake. I wanted nothing more than to run over to him and kiss him and tell him that I loved him and that I wanted to be with him, but I couldn't because he loved Rayne and Rayne loved him. The entire class was staring at me, waiting for a response, so I just nodded. Indigo let out a sigh and got up, walking over to me and setting the pencil on my desk. Everyone watched our encounter closely, expecting me to explode, but I didn't, at least not at Indigo. I stood up, growing angry at the crowd.