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FFN 26: Kiss and make up... not literally

Chapter 16: Kiss and make up... not literally

I shrugged off my worried thoughts and took a deep breath as Astrid pushed open the door. The door creaked as it scraped over the scuffles floor I was currently staring down. I closed my eyes to gather my thoughts before stepping over the threshold and into the cabin. Okay Mel, no screaming, losing your temper or spontaneous murders... or at least from your sides. Hopefully there will be no killing involved. I honestly hope that Astrid had enough intellect to at least hide all the Sharp objects and knives before bringing me in here. Looking up I saw Lya sitting on a chair levelled with a huge window. Her face was turned away from me, but I've known her long enough to recognize that annoyingly straight ponytail anywhere. It wasn't always like that though. I remember how proud Lya used be of her curly mane of brown locks. We made jokes about her being a special species of human that came from the lions instead of the apes. That all changed when high school came though. Everything did...

"Go." whispered Astrid, his words accompanied by a soft shove in her general direction.
I shot him a threatening glare, but my feet began to reluctantly move towards the other end of the window. I turned my head to the view without even sparing Lya a glance. I let out a frustrated sigh as I took in the minimalistic grass and patches of pale brown dirt and wondered what she was actually looking at.
"So..." I muttered solemnly trying to find anything to say, but my mind was still fuming and the only words I have for her will only be appreciated by a drunk sailor.
"I don't want you here." hissed Lya quietly still staring out the window.
"Don't flatter yourself princess I don't want to be here as much as you don't want me to be here." I snapped bitterly and walked over to the worn couch in the other corner.
"Be nice." whispered Astrid as I threw myself down on the couch.
I gave him a flat look and turned must of on the couch so that I was lying upside down and kicked him in the stomach. My kick wasn't that hard, but he still glared at me.

"Be nice or I'll get Emory." threatened Astrid shoving my foot away, but not hard enough for me to shift from my position.
I let out a long, irritated sigh and muttered, "I hate you."
"I hate you too." countered Astrid.
"No, you don't." I retorted and pulled a face at his upside down profile.
"And neither do you."
"Whatever just leave so that I could be the bigger person and get this shit over with." I said lightly a pillow at his head.
He caught it and threw it back on the couch next to me.
"Fine, but no murdering her and please I beg of you don't burn this place down." he pleaded and walked out without even waiting for my answer.

The sound of the door slamming made Lya turn her head to acknowledge the sound.
"He really like you, you know that." mumbled Lya, her eyes finally meeting mine.
"I love it how the first non-insulting thing that you say to me is something is completely untrue." I mumbled sliding down the couch so that my head was pressed against the floorboards.
"I'm being serious Melanie." said Lya her voice filled with irritation.
"I'm being serious too Waverley." I countered and blew a lock of hair from my face.
A long silence followed my comment where both of us jut stared into space.
"Are you going to play him too?" asked Lya with accusation clear in the tone of her voice.
"I didn't play anyone! And its pretty rich coming from the girl that has a new conquest every three days." I fired back at her.
Lya's brown eyes flashed and her nose scrunched up in the familiar way it always does when angered. After two and a half years I'm pretty use to that look being directed towards me.
"Well at least I'm not some freak of nature who beat up half the football team and God knows how many other before that." sneered Lya finally getting up from her sitting position on the chair.
"I did that for you, you ungrateful little brat!" I snapped and threw the pillow I had on my lap harshly onto the couch.

And it was true. Everything I did was for her... well except for what happened with Noah. It all started three years ago when Lya started high school. She was a very shy, fearful little thing and people took advantage of that. They called her names, shoved her around and basically forced anyone who tried to be her friend away before they could get close. After a while I had enough and I tried to defend her, but jocks didn't seem to have any care who they start a fight with. Whether it was a girl or a guy, if it was a fight it had to happen.