Glaiza and Sanya

Denial

Sanya quickly gathers her things and jams them in her drawstring bag. She silently scolds herself for being so fucking careless with Glaiza, but she just couldn't help it. Things felt so easy between them and she disregarded the fact that anybody could be watching them. And it just had to be Klea who found them of all people.

Sanya slides her arms through the straps so the bag settles on her back before she hastily begins to march over towards Klea. She had some clearing up to do.

"Hey, wait!" Glaiza shouts behind her. The next thing Sanya knows is Glaiza's hand on hers, trying to stop her from walking any further.

Sanya reflexively yanks her hand away harshly and points a solitary finger at Glaiza's chest. "Don't. Touch. Me," she seethes through gritted teeth. Oh my god. This is one of the most difficult things she's ever had to do. But she has to. "Do you really think that what just happened makes us friends? Because we're not. And we won't ever be."

The look of pure hurt on Glaiza's face just about broke her heart. She fucking hates what she's doing right now but she had to put on a show and make it look believable for Klea, who's still watching them and she's for sure able to hear this entire altercation play out.

Glaiza's ears go red and she instantly looks down at the ground. She just barely nods her head in shame, openly taking Sanya's hostile words. Hostile and completely untrue words. Sanya has to struggle to fight back tears from being so horrible to her. She doesn't think she's ever hated herself more this very instant. Glaiza doesn't even know why she's suddenly acting like this when not even a minute ago things were playful and friendly between them.

Sanya forces herself to turn around on her heel and walk away, not giving Glaiza a second look. She knows that if she does, she'll crack. Her heart is already feeling like a knife is being stabbed through it with every single step she takes, knowing how cruel she just was to someone who means no harm. She feels so guilt-ridden that she can physically feel it in her stomach.

As she approaches a very surprised Klea, Sanya clenches her jaw and puts on her most disgusted face possible. Now wasn't the time to show sympathy or vulnerability.

"What the hell happened?" Klea asks with slight scoff.

"She just decided to randomly join me on my run this morning and suddenly she thought we were cool because of it, I suppose," Sanya lies through her teeth. She can practically hear her conscious screaming at her to stop.

"Hm. Well, I told you she was weird," Klea sighs dramatically. "She doesn't have any friends so any association with anyone makes her think they're her best friends. What a loser."

Sanya is biting down on her jaw so tightly that it was beginning to hurt. It's taking everything inside of her not to punch Klea right in the face for speaking about Glaiza like that. She didn't know her like Sanya does.

Before, Sanya might not have cared if any of her friends spoke badly about Glaiza. But now since they know they're a lot closer than they think, Sanya's immediately overcome with feelings of nothing but protectiveness and care for Glaiza. What just happened and hearing Klea now makes her body warm with indignity and anger.

Sanya needs to go find her and explain herself. She can't let Glaiza believe that any of what she said was true.

"I have to go get ready for class now," Sanya mutters, her false act of being repulsed now diminishing rapidly. It was quickly being overcome by the need to apologize for her actions.

"Okay," Klea smiles cheerily, as if she feels not a single trace of remorse. Never has Sanya ever been so disgusted with her.

She doesn't waste another moment before she turns and goes running towards the direction of her dorm. She hopes to God that Glaiza is in there. If not, she would skip class to go look for her, which is something she's never done before. Right now, Glaiza is priority. She wouldn't be able to go the rest of her day until she tells her the truth.