Breaking Apathy

Chapter 5: Does She Own Me Now?

A/N: HEY! Because of this chapters length, I decided to split it in to two parts. Sorry if it's a downer but that makes sense to me so I don't swamp you with a whole lot to read :P Well! This chapter is dedicated to trishababy123. Her comment kept me going so keep reading and supporting!

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“What more to dread: the death or the loss of time?

It isn't a matter of indecision it isn’t a matter to toss a dime.

I'm just trying to move on from the endless earthly pain,

Even if cold stares are all I gain.

I got to live while I'm alive”

“Bonjour, je m'appelle Eden. Il y a cinq personnes dans ma famille: mon père, ma mère et mes sœurs, qui s'appellent Kayla et Layla,” I mumbled to myself.

Even though school had been closed for quite a while, that didn't stop me from studying much. I spent all the time I had at the library and the respective time at work. The schedule of schooling couldn't be messed up by so much free time. All the other students were probably partying and all after only a day of mourning but here I was seated in the lab with a French text book laid out in front of me. It was my choice of foreign languages and I wasn't going to float through the lessons either. My mother once told me that men that can play an instrument, speak a foreign language, cook and are great with kids is are attractive keepers. I wasn't training for such, but I wanted to maintain and supercede such a low level of expectation. I never had a relationship but with all my studies, I couldn't bother myself with group dates and the like.

It's been a week since our teacher announced the mass suicide. Apparently, it wasn't only planned with our school. Taylor told me that the same number had disappeared from his class too – although it was his only. Schooling continued for him though. He went on and on about how fortunate I was. It wasn't a long conversation because he had to leave for school. The news reported that it was a chain between three schools. Forty scholars killed themselves. Investigations were still ongoing and the depression just loomed on for some.

“Hmm,” I murmured, deep in thought.

I brought my feet up onto my chair and wrapped my arms around my jean covered legs. The black polar neck I had on refused to contort naturally to my movements so I had to jam a finger in the neckline and yank it free from choking me. Oddly enough, I feel vulnerable thinking about my mother. I wondered what she was doing at this point in time. I wonder... if she even thinks of m-

“Eden! You are here as I expected.”

Nina saved me from what would have been the fastest spiral in to depression. I wasn't one to fancy loud characters, but her timing was impeccable. My focus rested on her for a second before it shifted to the figure that stood behind her – Jordan. She stood with her arms folded and her usual lifeless stare, as Nina did all her pleasantry acts. Jordan and I had constantly met throughout the week, her brother’s laziness and use of slavery making me meet her more often than I wanted. Somehow she managed to push my buttons with her rude attitude, her brother-like commands and her dress code. Why does she dress like a damn man? Even today, she chose to wear an oversized purple band T-shirt with a sleeveless hoodie and three quarters with rainbow socks and vans that I am sure she couldn't fill. Her hairstyle made it even more confusing. I just took an immediate disliking to her and, as if she knew, she smirked at me once she caught air of my glaring. Gah!

“Eden?”

I refocused on Nina and blinked, realizing that she had been talking all that time. It's embarrassing for my attention to be so taken by a nuisance like Jordan, but I managed to recover with a nod and a simple smile.

“Sorry, I was thinking a bit. What were you saying?” I said coolly, showing how ineffective Jordan's smirk was.

“Oh, I asked if you wanted to come over to my house for a party.” Nina repeated with her childlike appeal.

My lips parted to give the expected answer, but my words were stolen from me by a speedy tongue.

“'Sorry but I have to study',” Jordan said in a whiney tone. “Nina, you're going to exhaust yourself with this little wanker. Let him play with his books and stuff. We others, have a life worth living – unlike Eden.”

Nina and I sat dumbfounded. I can't take this in but... did she call me a wanker? In all my years of high school, I had never been referred to as a wanker. Is she seriously trying to ridicule me? I may be pompous right now but no girl – and I mean – NO GIRL has ever crossed me like that. This little uncouth nutter needs the best discipline I can give.

“No. Of course I can come,” I stood, my resolve solid. “I'm done any way.”

I felt so powerful as I slammed my book, but Jordan seemed to be unfazed by my change in answer. Actually, she smiled as if I played into her little trap. Did I?

“Yay!” Nina praised with a clap of her hands.

Did I just become her bitch?

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