𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (Ash Trilogy #3) ✔️

7

"Can you slow down!" her voice calls after me.

I begin walking faster.

"Ugh!" she grunts, and I feel something hit my back.

I stop and slowly turn around. She stands a few steps back, and the shoe that she had thrown at me lays on the cement between my feet. 

Her sock is pink and fuzzy. 

"You better not have gotten dirt on my shirt," I mutter.

She storms up to collect her shoe and puts it back on her foot. I debate on tipping her over while she does so, but decide not to.

"What is it that I've done to make the universe hate me this much," she dramatically questions and crosses her arms.

I would ask the same, but I know the answer. 

Killing.

Stalking.

Following.

Stealing.

"Can you at least let me write?" she asks, jogging up to my side as I begin entering the building. "I probably have better handwriting."

After the number of poems I've written and music I've composed I don't think it's possible anybody could have better handwriting than me. Her hands attempt to grab the paper and I hit them with the pen, making her go back to having her arms crossed.

The museum is grey with small lights shining down onto the objects. Our class is ahead of us, following the professor and a worker.

"I'm surprised you even came," she says. "I would've thought you couldn't be bothered to show up for something like this."

"Yea, well, you don't know me very well Snow," I state matter-of-factly while continuing to look forward. 

I can feel her head shake without even needing to see it, "I know you well enough. Oh, totally scary guy sits alone in class and wears black and stuff. All to hide the Hello Kitty CD in his backpack."

I turn my head and scowl at her, "Do you ever shut up?"

"Do you ever not dress like the grim reaper?"

"Luc and Snow!" my professor scolds, making both of us shut up and look forward. "Listen and pay attention."

We both listen to the object being described by the worker, and I start writing stuff down. But I hear Snow mutter under her breath, "Dick."

I mutter back, "I know you want it, but try not to think about it right now."

Her head snaps toward me and she gives me a death glare.

We follow our group to the next object, and once we reach it and the worker starts talking, I begin writing again.

"You wrote that wrong," Snow criticizes. "Here, let me do it."

"No."

"Just let me do it."

"Fuck off."

"Jesus, Luc. Just let me-"

"Luc!" my professor once again says loudly in a disapproving tone. He crosses his arms and looks at me with an angry expression. "Would you care to answer the question?"

Snow whispers to me, "Oh you are so fucked."

I roll my eyes.

I don't know the question. I couldn't exactly hear with Snow in my goddamn ear harassing me. 

"Uh...." I start, but quickly trailed off. I don't even know what the hell we are talking about, so I can't make a bullshit guess.

My professor tilts his head in a way that shows his annoyance, "Perhaps you would know if all of your attention wasn't on Snow?"