bright - h.s

six

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After our little fight, I did not feel like seeing Oliver again tonight, even though he would be a dinner with everyone else. He was so unfair! Maybe my question was personal, but all the things I already told him were personal too!

Urg.

He was a confusing mess, and the fact that he did scare me made me even more annoyed with him then before. I made my way towards the cafeteria, going down the flights of stairs. When I reached it, I told my name to the receptionist who gave me a spoon and a plate. For once, I was not hungry, but I knew that if I didn’t eat, the nurses surveilling the cafeteria would ask me a billion questions, that I was not in the mood to answer. I grabbed a plate of pasta with a creamy white sauce, a piece of bread, and went to go sit down at my usual table with Vems and Aurra. This time, Bea and Paul were sitting with them too. God damn.

“Hey guys! “ I said, while approaching the table. The looked up at me with big eyes, like if they were just caught talking about me.

“Nova…” Aurra said.

“What the hell happened in creative? After Ben took you, we were all left stressing out. Then we heard a shriek in the hallway, and we saw Ben beaten up on the floor, blood covering his face and clothes, and the new guy walking away!” Vems said out of breath.

“This is serious Nova. Ben it going to seek revenge, and it’s not going to be pretty.” Paul interjected.

“I don’t know what happened! It all happened so fast! Big Ben was taking me somewhere, and then Oliver just showed up and beat the crap out of him, and he wouldn’t stop.” I admitted. All there eyes were on me.

“Awwww… So your prince came to your rescue hum?” Bea snickered. God I hated her.

“Shut the fuck up Bea.” I answered.

“Ouhhh, and she’s feisty! Who knew!” She answered. “So Ben was going to fuck you, and you freaked. Go Saint Nova! Forty year old virgin, here she comes!” That made Paul chuckle under his breath, and he tried to cover it up with a cough, but we all noticed.

“At least I’m not a slut.” I spat back at her.

“Oh honey, I get more action in a day, then you will ever get. At least guys are interested in me. Don’t worry, there’s always a possibility for plastic surgery.” What. A. Bitch.

“You’re basically a prostitute. You give sex or blow jobs for weed or other shit. I’d rather be me, then be you. You don’t even try to get better. You are fucked up, and you are going to stay in this hell hole the rest of your life.” I felt a burn on my cheek seconds after those words left my mouth. I then realized that she had slapped me.

Don’t fuel her fire Nova. Be the better person.