Complicated Things

Thirteen|Cheering For Answers.

I'm dedicating this chapter to all those who have been injured or lost their  lives to mass high school shootings. It's never right and has to be stopped. Regardless of our nationality, we have join forces against this atrocity.

It has to be stopped.

With that being said,
happy reading!
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The betrayal of Luna and Amber's words replay in my mind like a broken disc track. What was more annoying was the fact that she behaved as if nothing had happened. Coming with me to school as if she was never asked to spy on me.

That fucking traitor.

"Taylor." Tyler appears in my line of vision, wrapping his arms around me.

"I was so worried." His scent envelopes me, his voice deep against my ear. " Why did you avoid us yesterday, I was so fucking worried."

He finally steps back, revealing his new haircut, framing his face quite nicely. A letterman jacket hangs on his shoulders,  a loop sided grin on his handsome face.

"I'm sorry, Tyler. I'm better now, aren't I?" I give him a reassuring smile, replacing the books in my locker."You look extremely happy today, what's the occasion."

" Oh nothing special. We have a game today, that's all." He tries to downplay his emotions, excitement clear as day in his eyes.

" Really?" I ask warily, folding my arms across my chest. I notice how  few girls stare subtly at us, their words not so subtle.

" Seems you have a lot of admirers" I add, his eyes gleaming mischievously as he glances around.

"It's like this every time, you know, with me being basketball captain and all. I'll be back. Let me give them a bit of this star." He winks at me, turning to give them a bit of their attention. He walks forward, leaning against the locker of an obviously smitten girl.

I smile at his antics, returning my attention back to my books in hand. I declined Luna's offer to help so I have  to get to class early today. I hardly take a step when I'll feel someone's presence behind me.

" Taylor." Her voice alone is enough to give her away. I can feel her infamous glare on my back. I turn around, coming tete-a-tete with she devil herself.

"What do you want, Amber?" I notice her friends behind her, their faces trying to imitate her glare. I focus my attention back on Amber, not wanting to let her feel like she bothers me.

"Nothing. I just came to say hi." She replicates her fake smile, her red clad lips a contrast to her gleaming whites. Everytime she says something nice, the complete opposite happens.

I don't respond, rather keep my fingers crossed that a piano doesn't fall out of nowhere.

"You know Taylor, everytime I see you " She steps closer, her breath fanning my face. "I'm convinced every time that not all villains have  sad endings. Some just live their lives happily as if they haven't ruined others. Isn't that true?"

Her words feel like a slap to my face, her eyes boring into mine. Her minions snicker behind her, reveling in Amber's words.

"You know what, Amber? You're right. I mean, how then will we explain how such a vile and spiteful person like you walks around freely terrorizing others."

Amber's lips part for a few seconds before she bursts into laughter. Her eyes get teary as she laughs, her mindless minions joining in as well.

"Oh Taylor." She rests her palm on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly.

"If you ever want to see someone vile and spiteful, look into the mirror. People might pretend alongside you as if they've lost their memories as well. But the mirror would never lie to you, it'd always show you a true reflection of yourself."