Owen Cavalier; Wattpad Version

Chapter 10; School

"Anyone ask you yet?" One asked. "He's so gorgeous! I mean, I don't usually like football players but he has an ass that you can slap, and it'll slap back." A girl squeaked somewhere. "I swear to Christ, if they play either The Macarena, and ACDC song or anything that was ironically popular due to internet sensationalism I will actually shiv someone." Someone said.

Random pieces of conversation as such reached Owen through the crowd of youths as he walked towards his locker. Girls squeaking about aesthetically pleasing boys and their washboard-like midriffs, guys complaining about their lack of any dancing aptitude, and the young adolescent plight of being thrust into a social situation in which one is expected to find a partner but the implications of which is perceived as more romantic and more inconsequential than it really is.

Owen felt a huge headache develop as he heard everyone speak at once. He reached his locker and instinctively dialled the combination into the door. Perhaps it was that same inconsequentiality causing him to be so annoyed at everyone, but... He really was starting to dislike the idea of this dance. But then again, after fighting a bloodthirsty demon and finding out his best friend was a runemaster, along with meeting Alyssa St. Claire... Maybe he warranted himself some introspection.

"Hey! Snap out of it!" A voice said from behind him. It was Morgan.

"Sorry man... It just hasn't been my week." Owen noted.

"Don't worry about it. You look... Like crap."

"Really, you should become a therapist."

Morgan flashed cheeky smile. "You know it. You can be patient number one... Let me work my therapeutic powers... You're sad. And tired"

"Sherlock, please, you're going too fast for me to keep up. How is your leg?"

"Fine, Alyssa warded your place? You're standing here so I assume you haven't been killed and molested. You pick the order." Morgan mockingly squinted at Owen.

"Just had other things on my mind." Owen said exasperatedly.

"Evangeline hurt you. And now you've slowed down. You're letting life pass you by because you're rolling on the floor nursing your wounds. And quite frankly, she's stepping on you with high heels. You're down, and every time you have a chance to get up, the very thought of her sends you to the floor. Where you'll stay, if you don't look at the calendar and realise that time is passing you by."

"Okay, wow. That's deep." Owen noted

"I'm not just a pretty face."

"I won't comment on that. You left out the whole fiasco at your house the other day."

"Well, forget about that for a moment. You're letting Eva get to you. It's her turn. You need to get back on your feet."

"I dunno. I just have no energy for getting turned down."

"C'mon, plenty of girls are desperate enough to go for an ugly guy like you."

"Ouch. You know what? I cared about her. And I got broken because of it. I don't regret a damned thing, okay? I fought hard, but I lost. She didn't think I was worth fighting for."

"I like where this is going. That's all you've got? Where's the spirit?! She dumped you. She should feel bad. She lost out. "

"I think I'm entitled to some self-pity and moping. I know you've been through this ten times over, but cut me some slack, okay? I'm not you. But I'm trying. I'm trying really hard, but for the time being, I'd like to just feel like crap by myself. Because I... I don't know what else to feel. "

"Guess we're on the titanic together. It hurts like this every time. Every single time. Oh yeah, if you see Zoë, her dad died yesterday. Vicious stuff. He was on patrol yesterday and he got jumped. Something got to him, right in his car. They found his corpse in pieces and his car up in flames. They can't trace anything. No leads."