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LUNA, SAYA & JAKE ──────────── ' you're really pretty, did you know? '
— LUNA REY WAS BY FAR the most contradicting girl in Brisbane. She didn't love Jake and she had absolutely no desire to continue her relationship with him, merely finding joy in the fact that he was wrapped around her finger, but she stayed with him. Even though there were dozens of people lined up behind him willingly and waiting to take his place, Luna strung Jake along.
She loved the way his eyes lit up with the light of a thousand stars whenever he saw her, she loved how he defended her to his friends even when she wasn't around, and she loved the way that she could do whatever she pleased and never had to worry about him leaving. She loved attention, and Jake provided her with a surplus of just that.
Despite how little she cared about him, the fury that surged through her when she saw him with Saya was incomparable. It had felt as though a battle had broken out upon her skin, shooting bullets through her muscle and leaving carcasses of the love she thought Jake had for her in its path.
Luna hadn't seen or heard from Jake once since her tantrum in the library. She had waited in her living room all night, waiting for his knock on the door— two consecutive knocks, a pause, then another knock— but it never came. For the first time in two years, Jake hadn't come rushing back to her, and an angered Luna was left in his absence.
The next time she saw him was two days later. He had been standing in the school's courtyard right next to the infamous broken fountain that was defaced more often than not, but today, it was somehow unscathed. The sun had been shining directly on him, dyeing his black hair a mixture of purple and brown. But what intrigued Luna wasn't his glistening hair or bubbly laugh— no, she found the person accompanying him much more interesting.
The same girl she'd seen him with two days prior (was it Kya? Luna hadn't remembered her name, just her split ends and annoyingly innocent visage) was standing in front of him, holding his blazer as he fixed his tie.
Luna's entire body tensed.
Jake's attention was on someone else, and it was picking away at Luna's sanity faster than she'd like to admit.
She watched from across the courtyard as he laughed with and touched someone who wasn't her. Tension only grew in her jaw as he shoved the girl's shoulder, his hand lingering on her arm longer than was ever necessary. He folded over ever once in a while, presumably laughing at something the girl had said, and each time he did, he straightened back up a tad bit closer to her than he was before.
Luna stayed like that for a while, every bone in her body locking her into a statue as Jake's love for her gradually morphed into detest. She was torturing herself, but she couldn't look away, not when he was endearingly immersed in something she absolutely loathed.
