⋆ ˚ ｡▐ 𝚰𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏.
❝ I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE BAMBI. I'M IN
DEEP FOR YOU. ❞ ━━━ KAEDE HAYASHI
𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐓𝚰.
Daughter of David and Boipelo Moetti. The media calls her the "Mantra Ray". She's used to being under fame'...
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ODETTE | MOETTI
I DIDN'T SPEND a second longer in that room than I had to.
As soon as Ms Laurel dismissed us, I dipped and tugged Lesedi after myself- or she allowed herself to be tugged by me.
I had an inkling it was the latter because I caught Neo call her name before we left the room. She only shot him a smile over her shoulder and then we were gone.
Since we now had thirty minutes of a break before Tutorial, I angled us towards the closest vending machine. Even though there'd be less food options to pick from, I'd rather suffer that than see Kaede again.
Lesedi leaned against the hunk of metal when we arrived, while I tried to look for any swimmer-friendly choices. "So what's the plan Ode? Plan when to jump him? We've been deprived of excitement these days."
I shot her a dry look before punching out the numbers for some fruit protein bars. "Have you seen the size of him? We could have other people help us and we'd still get beat. Anyways, I should be asking you what to do next."
"Guess we both don't know what to do next."
I would have just sighed at the sentence if that was all she'd done. Her fluttering eyelashes and grin made me chuck a bar in her direction. I ignored the fact that she caught it. With one hand.
Show-off.
"Let's just get to Tutorial." I turned down the corridor that would take us towards the South Wing.
The route we were on would take us the long way round to the classroom. I didn't want to risk Kaede seeing me. At all. The thought alone had my stomach in knots.
"Let's just get to Tutorial Les!" The deep voice she put on in an attempt to mimic me was so far from accurate that I snorted. "I'm hiding from Kaede Les!"
I scowled and my voice came out more biting than I'd meant for it to be. "And what if I am? Then what?"
I was a little worn from practice and skating this morning, not to mention exhausted from my earlier panic attack; my limit for her jokes was lower than usual. But as the embers of annoyance died in my chest, I clocked onto what she was doing: she'd switched tactics to irritate me instead of comfort.
It wasn't a secret that I coped better with my own anger than fear. For better or for worse, my parents had taught me how to bottle up the emotion all these years.
I couldn't even be mad at Lesedi for her attempts to help. Sure, it meant my fuse would light quicker, but it meant I'd survive the school day. I doubted that she'd intended for it to be a long term fix, just something to get me through the next six hours. She'd be there to pick up the pieces when I fell apart again after lessons. Her plan I'd pieced, played out in my mind and I swallowed.
