Love In Destin ✔

10 - just like a movie

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CONSTANTLY WEARING PINK like it's an attitude, smiling at the world as if it could bring world peace, and singing hi's and hellos to everyone in the hallways (including the janitor), is what one can expect from a girl like Maya Hart, at least I do.

However, to witness her standing up to Ruby, or rather splashing juice over Ruby's face and offering her a piece of her mind, was wildly unexpected.

Maya's face resembles the color of beetroot as her shallow breaths blow the strands of her brown hair. The way she rests one hand on the side of her hip reminds me of how Mom would look at me whenever she gets mad. The nostalgia feels raw and deep.

I look away from Maya. She has no business reminding me of Mom. Though I have to admit, I am shell-shocked. It isn't only due to the unknown consequences that would befall her but also how she reacted to the scene.

One thing I'm sure of is that Ruby won't let this go. The fact that she has a camera-like memory is proof of that. She holds grudges as if they were an old scar to her soul, and she feels the need to avenge herself, more so for her reputation.

No wonder every boy who wants to act as her beloved hero always ends up on her dark side. She has some sort of independent woman thing going on and has clarified that she doesn't require a man to solve her problems. Even though she always uses his name to threaten the other kids, not even Connor.

I get up from the table with a smile on my face. A smile that symbolizes one simple thing. My thoughts wander to how I don't have to do the deed anymore as I stroll over to the bin with a slight swag.

I take the paper that was part of the execution of this entire plan, crush it between my palms, and throw it in the bin along with my platter. I walk out of the cafeteria, searching for Brent.

Stumbling into dweebs that seem to have their attention elsewhere, I pass by Mr.Allen's classroom, gaining a glimpse of what might be my imagination. I halt a few steps from the doorway, processing what I think I saw: a girl struggling against Mr.Allen as he gripped her arms.

I instantaneously reverse my steps toward the doorway to find Mr.Allen leaning against the table's edge. He looks up and smiles. A warm smile that brings me back to how mom's cooking made me feel on the inside. Two people reminded me of Mom today, and I do not like it. Nothing about this place has ever brought back any memories related to her. Why today?

"Oh, hello there, Rick," he says, his glasses glinting from the sun, which basks his entire classroom in an earthly glow.

I raise a brow before quickly giving him a small smile, "Hi, Mr.Allen," I walk away, my hands in my pockets, feeling uneasy. "I'm starting to see things," I mumble to myself.

I continue passing the boys' toilet until I reach the corner by the locker room to discover a commotion.

A tall girl with dark pixie hair, dressed in no other color but black, is gritting her teeth and performing finger movements toward Brent, Danny, Connor, and a few other guys from the football team. Behind the gothically dressed girl is Dawn, who's all about peace, love, unity, Unicorns, and whatever other nonsense that comes out of her mouth.

How could I ever forget her face? How could anyone forget her when all she ever did was make herself seem like an angel among the ever-so-cruel human race?