"𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲?" Snow asked as curiosity coursed through his veins. In the past three months, he had seen her around the Capitol often and wanted to know more as the days passed.
The girl hesitated for a moment before speaking. "𝗖𝗮...
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Focused on Coriolanus' desk was the weak light, that hit with its shaky flash the papers he and Clemensia had spread in front of them, trying to finish the project Highbottom had given them. Truth be told, Coriolanus didn't like Clemensia at first, and the way she took advantage of him every time it was about a project the Academy had assigned them. He knew he was smart, and the best of the students that had ever crossed the Academy, but he hated to share it with other people, especially when they presented like the hard work he had put into something was theirs.
However, over the days and the variety of projects they had worked on together, they had started to get along pretty well, not that there weren't times when Clemensia still pissed him off. At least Coriolanus had stopped thinking that she took advantage of him, which had truly helped him to abandon most of the antipathy he had for her.
Being used is another kind of irritation.
"I really wonder why we have to search through a million books to find the information we need about this subject. I mean, isn't there a more easily accessible source? The technological progress here is at its highest." Clemensia sighed in desperation. Coriolanus was too focused on reading the pages of the book he had in front of him, he barely listened to Clemensia's complaints. "Hello, are you with me?"
"Yes, Clemmie, I am, but maybe instead of complaining, you could just help me with this thing. What do you think?" Coriolanus spoke disparagingly as if he was talking to someone whose worth and self-respect had reached zero. For hours, he was sitting in his chair, trying to find and combine all the necessary information perfectly and leave no room for any kind of corrections, while Clemensia was staring out the window and doing everything but helping him.
He was alone, trapped in a room with the last girl he wanted to be, listening to her annoying voice and how comfortable she had made herself among a family she knew nothing about. It was not the first time Clemensia had visited their home, as they had worked together on many projects, but that didn't make her a part of this family or whatever she thought she was.
Because not even Calista, who stayed with them and had every right to allow herself to feel this place like home— because technically it was — didn't act that way. Although she and her mother offered something to his family at least.
Yes, Clemensia had turned out to be his friend somehow, but when it came to his home, a place where he didn't even feel its warmth, he hated it when people acted as if it was theirs. He hated it when they felt comfortable enough in it, only because he had never had the chance to feel that way.
Jealousy is extremely tricky, especially when it comes to things someone knows they'll never have or feel.
"Alright, relax, pretty boy. I didn't offend you or something." Didn't she? Because Coriolanus had felt offended, as he thanked God every day for giving him air to breathe and be able to wake up from the bed and walk to the Academy, only for Clemensia to whine about not having the technological equipment that provides her the information she needs for an assignment.
