Y/n x Spider (From Avatar: The Way of Water) Part 2

The beginning can't change, and neither can the fate.

(Y/n's POV)

Why am I so mad? Is it because I told Spider that I was in no mood for games, yet, he still pulled me into one of his absolutely childish games? Or is it because I wish what he said was not just a part of that ridiculous game?

I guess I will never know.

I'm going to try and ignore my confusion about this whole, gross situation. I am just going to put on makeup and then read for a good 9 hours, eat and then go to sleep. All while avoiding that idiot, Miles. He really is an idiot. I really do hate ignorance. Miles has ignorance surrounding him. I hate him, I hate him so much. I don't even know how we were put together. I believe that the people are put together, are put together for a reason. However, whenever I think of Miles, I go against my own beliefs. That isn't something that I do easily. I am not open to other people's opinions because I am always right. Nothing I say, or do, is wrong. That may be my God complex talking, but I don't care. Nobody had corrected what I have said or what I have done so far. I think I'm doing alright. Miles, however, is not. He is almost always wrong. He is so absolutely, utterly and disgustingly stupid. I want to rip my eyeballs out with my own two hands whenever I see his stupid, ignorant, dumb, pretty face. Pretty? Did I really just... No, no I didn't. I don't think his face is pretty. It isn't. It is pretty punch able, that is what it is. Nothing more that that. Anyways, what was I going to explain? Oh yeah, Spider is always wrong. He never has one right answer. Ugh, okay, what is so pretty about Spider's face? I suppose his features are well put together. It is too bad that he always has that stupid mask covering some of his face. He should stay inside with me more often. I would like for him to just sit next to me and watch me read. That would be pretty nice. I would like for him to just stay inside with me, rather than going outside in Pandora when I don't want to go out there. I want him to not go out there when I don't want to. I want him to want me. I want him. I need him. I would murder for him. I don't know why, but I would. And it makes me so frustratingly angry. I want to kill him, so that I can stop feeling this way about him. I just want him dead. I wish I never got put here with him. I want his head on a stick, and I want to be the one who puts it there. There is no reason why I should feel these ways about Spider. The killing, yes. The... liking? I don't know, I wouldn't call it love. Though, I don't have much experience with that feeling either. Whatever this feeling is, it is not normal that I feel it because of Spider, more weirdly, I feel it for him.

I just need to get Spider out of my life. I can't do that though. So, for now, I will just have to ignore and avoid Spider at all costs. That's fine, I do that anyways. I'll be fine. This illness will pass. I hope it will.

I continue my day as normal, since Spider is out doing whatever it is that he does. Frolic? I will never know. And I don't even care to know. I don't care about Spider. I care about myself and myself only.

I finish my makeup and go to my book corner. When I get there, I realize that I have run out of books to read. I suppose that I could re-read some books. No big deal. When I sit down and grab a book at random, I just so happen to grab the stupid book about love languages that Spider and I read. Yeah, I'm not reading that. I grab another book and see that it is one of the love stories I've read. I am really in no mood for love stories, but I suppose this will have to suffice. I open the book and begin to read. It is the same beginning as it was the last time I read this book. I don't know why I thought it would be any different. The beginning can't change, and neither can the fate.