WAFs | Blood & Bones #1

WAFs | Same old, same old (3)

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"Excuse me?" I gaped. "I don't think you've noticed, but that man hates me!" I lifted my arms up and pointing at my entire being. Since the day he laid eyes on me, he had managed to start to hate my entire existence. And I absolutely have no problem doing the same to him.

"Now, now. Let's not jump to conclusions." He tried to reason out. "There must be a reason for–"

"And haven't you noticed him glare at other people? I don't know what his problem is but– God,does that man need help." I exclaimed, a scowl painted on my face. "He has no right to–!" I continued to rant, but hearing the door open catches me off guard mid-rant before I faced toward the door.

Speak of the devil!

"Marshall!" Mark chirped cheerfully, clapping his hand in excitement. Skipping to his direction, I rose a brow at his greeting. What is he excited about anyways?

Scowling at him, I watched as Marshall sent a glare to my direction. Does he just hate people in general? Or is it just me. Way to greet someone.

Says the girl who was just talking smack about him.

Only just realizing what I had said, guilt and embarrassment started to fill me. Did he hear what I said? Scuffing my shoe on the ground angrily. I looked away, trying to avoid his heated gaze. Huffing stubbornly, I refuse to accept the fact that I feel guilty and regret what I have said.

What's said is said.

Childish, I know.

"Marshall, I have great news!" Mark exclaimed, grasping his niece's shoulders and shaking them violently. Rue stood silently for a moment before he grasp his uncle's hand and pushed it off him.

"And that is?"

Pointing at me, he grinned. "Your going to form a club with this young lady right here!" Eyes widening, I lifted my lips to what I hoped looked like a smile, yet I couldn't help cringing, it's like that moment when your parents know you don't like someone yet they try to set you up with them and have no choice but to act like you like them because our human relations are supposedly important to our parents.

Still, I could tell the feeling mutual when he stared at me from across the room. His face blank and swept away from any ounce of emotion. Gulping, I bit my lip nervously and started to dance on my heels.

"What?" His voice echoes through the silent room, his eyes still on me as I awkwardly try to avoid his stare.

Stopping completely on my steps, I glared at him. But before I could get a word out, Mark beat me to it. "Ava, Rue; Rue, Ava. Great, now with the introductions out of the way–" He smiled cheerful dispite the thick tension in the air. He handed me another piece of paper and two sets of keys. "Here is your new locker number and the location where it's found. Along with the club keys, room number is written down as well. And.. That should be it!" He quickly said before he rushed out of the room, leaving us duo in silence.

That did not just happen.

What the f¿ck.

*

Avoiding Rue's stare, we slowly made our way down the almost barren halls. Any normal student would have been home right now, but here am I walking to what's going to be the most regrettable decision of my life.

"Here we are.." I muttered, standing in front of the door of the empty club room. The sigh that hand vertically over the door was dusty, and the words were scratched out and barely seeable.

Pushing the door open– which much force, since it seemed like it was stuck on the ground. I walked into the dusty room, with Rue fallowing quietly behind me. The room was filled with dusty old things from when the club was still alive. Boxes below tainted white sheets, and I think I can see a few rat bites here and there. It made me want to run out and never have to come back.

Rue flipped the light switch by the door, it took a few tries before it flashed brightly– I was honestly quite surprised the old bulb still worked. But once it did, I wish it hadn't. "We've got a lot of work to do.." I muttered to myself, before turning to my right only to see Rue digging into a few boxes. "What the hell are you doing? There could be mice in there." I spoke quickly, rushing to his side.

He shrugged a shoulder. "Or some really interesting stuff."

Huffing, I wiped the dirt below my feet before I sat down, crossed legs beside him. "Hey, look." Rue said, but I was busy listing all the things that were needed to be done before this place even have the right to be called a room to notice, until he pulled out the dusty album right in front of me.

Having the dirty album so close to me scared me half to death. I'm a neat freak, sue me.

Rue flipped it open without a care, while I was biting on my tongue to keep from saying something really stupid. The first picture was folded across the edges, but I could barely make out a bunch of people. There was at least three of them– two guys and a girl. "Surprised to see that there used to be a decent room here.." I said, before squinting my eyes at the trio. "Is that... Mark?"

Rue, alarmed, quickly took another glance at the picture. "Oh yeah!" He laughed. Even if it was just a short small one, I couldn't help but stare at him as I just heard a cat bark.

Maybe I shouldn't have stared at him like that, though..

But I continued to stare at him until he frowned. "You.. you smiled.." I spoke, horrified.

Scowling, he glared at me. The look in his eyes made me wonder how I was still alive. "But not at you, stupid."