𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

Ignis

The next day, she got ready from school as fast as she could. She was unsettled and anxious. She was going to make sure that Mike guy regretted messing with her.

Her aunt had left early and Regan drove herself to school. She still couldn't shake the look that Vesper had given her. When she arrived at school, Vesper was nowhere in sight. Regan took a deep breath and walked to the first class which was math. Vesper was already there, scrolling through her phone.

"Good morning," Regan said and sat beside her. "Morning," Vesper replied, not looking up from her phone.

"So have you seen that Mike?" Regan asked, curiousity getting the better of her.

Vesper gave her a look, "Never mind, I'm going to tell him about it. You don't have to worry, Reg."

"But what will you tell him?"

Vesper left the phone on the desk, "That you're not interested and that he should stop doing it."

Regan took a deep breath. If he was involved in this, then she was more than grateful that Vesper was helping. But the way that rose was placed in the room, its scent and its thorns....it was way too conspicuous.

The class passed in a blur and Regan couldn't shake the nag in her head. She looked at her hands, at her scratched fingers from the rose's thorns. On contrast, Vesper's hands didn't have a scratch. The red roses looked like they had been a....warning. She didn't know what to think.

At lunch, her eyes searched for Mike, but she couldn't even remember his face. It wasn't like she looked people with much of detail. She was sitting alone at the table, just when Vesper appeared.

"It's done," she said, sitting on the chair, "I sorted it with him."

"Thank you, I guess," Regan said, tried to shake the weirdness out of her voice. She was still thinking about it, when she felt a tap of her shoulder. She turned to see Olivia standing there with a wicked smile on her face.

"Hey scar, what's up?" she said disdainfully as she leaned on her palm on the table.

Regan frowned, hating getting called 'scar'. She had been called before and she still loathed it.

"What do you want?" she coldly retorted.

Olivia's expression took a twist of a sneer, "Oh, just wanting to play a little game." In a swift move, she poured her coke into Regan's burger.

Regan stared, dumbfounded back and forth at the burger and at her. She couldn't believe her eyes. The lunch was ruined.

"What the hell did you do?!" she yelled.

"I ruined your lunch, scarface," Olivia laughed, followed by everyone else.

Regan looked at Vesper, who was looking down the table, her expression unreadable.

"You're an idiot," she hissed at Olivia.

"And you're a freak," Olivia retorted, laughing.

Regan turned to leave but one of Olivia's friends moved their leg to trip her. As she didn't notice, she stumbled and fell on the floor.

Again, they all laughed and her blood boiled hot. Her jaw clenched and she gritted her teeth. She could feel everyone's gaze burning at her back. She could feel their laughs pierce through her soul.

Slowly, she stood up, her face tight with anger. She didn't want to show that they had succeeded in making her feel bad.

In a moment, she didn't know what had gotten to her but she expanded her palm and, "Go burn somewhere," she said through gritted teeth.