“Thanks for leaving me.” I said sourly as I approached Lyrike who was sitting on the concrete wall which leveled the grass from the hard ground of our football stands, concession stand, and field.
She shot me a not so sympathetic smile and I plopped down beside her.
“Sorry, I had to go tell my boss I wouldn’t be coming to work for the next couple of days.” She admitted, inspecting her fingernails. “So, I won’t be getting paid, which means no lunch money.” I rolled my eyes and pulled out my wallet, revealing a wad of hundreds. Her eyes widened as she took in the green.
“Whoa, nice stash.” She muttered. I pulled out a hundred and threw it at her. “Naw, Lexi, I can’t take this-” She started. I shot her a livid glare.
“If you value my sanity, you will not try and give it back.” I growled. She raised an eyebrow.
“If you value my pride then you will take it back. I’m not about to take money from you.” She retorted. I scrunched my nose.
“I’ll rip it up if you give it back.” I threatened. Her eyes widened further.
“What-Why?!” She yelled. “This is a lot of money! Why would you destroy it!?” I bit my lip and sighed.
“I have too much of it. I really don’t want it. For example, if someone stole my wallet, my family wouldn’t even care and would easily replace it.” I admitted. She paused for a moment.
“Lexi, is your family rich?” She asked incredulously. I pursed my lips.
“Rich isn’t the word. Rich is an understatement. Royalty. That’s the word.” I said positively. She smiled.
“Okay. What’s your point?” An uncontrollable grin spread across my face and I gave her a huge hug.
“I FREAKING LOVE YOU LYRIKE EVANS!!!” I screamed. She returned my hag and laughed.
“Look Lexi, I don’t care if your rich. I mean yeah with you being royalty and I’m your new bestfriend,” SCORE! “I’m going to have some benefits from this. But I really don’t care. So what royalty are you from?” She asked. I bit my lower lip.
“Uh, Bartlett.”
There was a long silence.
“Oh shit.” She cursed. I looked at her in shock.
“Uh, language?!” I yelled animatedly. She chuckled, but not in a humorous way, more of a forced way.
“Sorry, I just…Bartlett, wow. That’s, That’s just…your major, I understand why you wanted to keep this hidden.“ She admitted forcing a smile.
“So, anymore Royalty at the School I gotta know about!” I teased lightening the mood. She laughed.
“Well, including you, mm, three.” She thought. “You, Reginald, and Christopher.”
“Wait Christopher’s a,” I struggled for the word. “Prince?” She nodded and I scrunched my nose in disgust. “Arrogant Pratt.” She chuckled and stared at her ratty converse.
“So I take it you two got off on the wrong foot together?” She smirked. I rolled my eyes, but as I thought through it he really hadn’t done anything but act like he was so much cooler and better than me. Which he is, but he didn’t need to flaunt it like a self-centered brat.
“Not-well, I’m not sure. He’s just to full of himself to get that the whole world doesn’t revolve around him?” I spoke whilst inspecting my fingernails. A trouble look crossed her face and she shifted her position.
"Yeah. It's just, the weird thing about it is," She closed her eyes and took in a deep jagged breath, before releasing it roughly and opened her eyes. "He's just, he-" Her eyebrows knitted together in frustration and focus. "He's always been around, you know? Like our parents, grand parents, and even great grandparents swear up and down they know him from somewhere. He's a genius, he knows everybody, and he can break the laws and rules and never get in trouble. It's like...it's almost like," She struggled for words, looking at war with her mind.
Gosh, don't hurt yourself...I thought while furrowing my eyebrows. "What? Almost like what?" I presed, my eyes almost begging. Worry crossed over her face and her lips parted to answer.
"It's almost like authority is scared of him."
There was a long, tense silence as the gears clicked and turned in my head. Her words registered in my brain and an arrogant smirk tugged at my lips. The absurdity of the situation morphed my doubt into harsh laughter.
Lyrike's face burned crimson while I fell into hysteric laughter.
"I'm serious!" She fumed biting her lip in embarrassment. "Stop laughing!"
"I-I'm s-sorry!" I managed inbetween guaffaws. "But that's the funniest BS I've ever heard!" I gasped out before erupting into more fits of laughter.
She frowned and corssed her arms, slumping in defeat. "And you get onto me about my language." She grumbled, more-so to herself. I stopped laughing and gave her a playful smile. I recalled how hostile and protective Christopher acted when he saw Royce.
"What about Reginald? What's the deal between him and Chris?" I asked, forcing my smile to stay in place now. Her eyes darkened and all humor and teasing was gone, disappearing instantly.
"We don't know what his problem is. He's always been so...independent." She gazed out over the football feild. "He and Chris are alot alike, but no one would even dream of telling them that. It's obvious they hate each other."
"What? How? How do you know? Do they fight? Yell at each other? What?" I shot off at rapid fire. She shook her head and rested her chin on her knees. She furrowed her eyes brows as a soft breeze ruffled our clothing, and stirred a small whirlwind of leaves skipping across the pavement.
Pixie-like voices danced on the currents, singing twinkling melodies in my ear.
I blinked, utterly confused, before I tried to swat the tunes away. I heard a synch of unfamiliar instruments whine to a stop, and the twinkling laughter faded away.
"Did you hear that?" I asked dumbfoundedly, while Lyrike still looked deep in thought.
"Uhm, no. What was it?" She asked blandly. My eyes scanned the perimeter closely, trying to associate the sound with something, but gave up in defeat.
"Nothing." I sighed. "So, my question has still been left unanswered."
Shetousled her long auburn hair behind her shoulders and heaved out a massive sigh. "They don't fight or yell, no. But they, they have these moments where the'll just stare at each other with the most disgusted look on their faces. Some times they'll have these disagreements in class and they just go at it, back and forth, back and forth, to each other, and stay calm. But it's still scary, you know? Like, you're scared one of them is just going to blow and stand up and start a war right then and there. One you definitely don't want to be caught in the middle of." She trailed off and I stared ahead vacantly, so trapped in my thoughts.
I was snapped out of my daze when my phone alarmed me of it's existence and started signaling, (rather loudly), that I had a message. I picked it up and glanced at the screen and saw I had a message from mom.
Mom: Come home NOW!!!!
So this was a filler/chapter, its very essential because it sets up what you don't know about Christopher and Reg. I tried to make it descriptive and understanding, but....yeah I'm not a perfect author. Soooooo Like Vote Comment Fan.
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