Ephemeral {X.T.}

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𝕏𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕡𝕖

That damn tree hugger did something to me. Yesterday, she had me lock myself in that damn classroom for about an hour. How could I leave? I was ashamed.

Now, while shooting arrows at some stupid target, my mind was rushing with how she casually smirked, and just walked away. For some reason, I wanted to see her again, but not to talk.

Then my eyes fell onto the gate, and I saw Ovia walking to the bus for Jericho. Of course she was done with the watering and all. And of course she was going to Jericho.

As the bus pulled away, I got an idea. I dropped my arrow kit, before making my way to my room. Sure, I would get into trouble, but I wouldn't get into a lot of trouble.

I changed into normal clothes, before grabbing my phone and wallet, running for the next bus. And I made it, just in time.

On the bus, I sat scrolling through Instagram stories. Then, Enid's popped up. 21 hours ago. It was of her and Ovia in what I guessed was Ovia's room, considering all the plants on shelves. They were laughing. I then clicked on Ovia's tag, 'ovia.co', and for the first time, caught myself looking at her posts.

I was surprised to see her mostly post photos of either her at marches, or her around plants. She really was a tree hugger.

Yet the more I scrolled down, I found myself staring at a certain photo. It was her with a boy. He had his arm over her shoulders, and her lips were crashed into his cheek. But then my eyes saw a joint in between her fingers. She really used to smoke weed.

The guy was some Jordan dude. His account was private, but I requested a follow. Then I returned to her page.

Nowhere I saw anything of some sort of family. No siblings or anything. It was interesting. She had many photos of her and this Jordan dude, up until about five months ago. After that she was more into the marches.

Her stories were simular. Riots and marches and protests. Many, many protests. And not about being vegan, surprisingly. About all kinds of pollution, and poverty, and animal cruelty, and discrimination, and things like that. She came from New York, and there she had a protest almost every week. Sometimes two a week.

She also had a cat, sometime. Her parents must have kept it after she came to Nevermore. She really was a cat person.

The bus stopped at Jericho, and I jumped off. I knew there wasn't much of a chance that I'd find her, but still, I looked into every passing shop's windows.

Then I caught the glimpse of her as she walked into the coffee shop. I internally groaned as I walked towards it.

Inside, my eyes fell onto her as she leaned half over the counter, her eyes looking down onto something.

"Ovia?"

Her head jumped up, and she looked at me, but she didn't get off the counter. "Xavier! Hi!" Then she looked down again.

"What are you doing?"

Just then, I heard footsteps walk in behind the counter, and my eyes met Tyler's. I groaned again, this time out loud. I took Ovia by the waist, and pulled her back, forcing her to stand.

"Hey," she complained, before looking at Tyler. "One coffee, with no milk and two sugars, please."

"And one with milk and one sugar," I said, before seeing Ovia look up at me with a frown.

"Got it," Tyler said, a bit awkward, before turning around.

"Don't you have archery?" Ovia asked me as she stepped aside.