Of Strangenest and Peculiarities: Vioblack

Chapter 2

Class is already over and the 4:00 rush hour has already begun. This is the time when the hallway is cloged with students and it's impossible not to be carried away. Trinity and Ellaine often stayed in their room until it' s 4:10 and the number of student's outside has ebbed. Most of the students has already gone to God-knows-where and only a handful remained.

"Trinity why the pensive face? It looks like you want to be embraced." Trinity rolled her eyes. It's really annoying when your friend knows poetry. She can make a tease interesting with rhymes.

"Even if I want a hug, I don't want yours." She's lying of course. She will always want Ellaine's hug.

"Liar, liar clothes in tatter. You'll always want my hug. Admit it! You wuv me." Trinity snorted.

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not."

"Do too."

"Do not! You know what? This is stupid."

"You're stupid."

"And your annoying." God how annoying. But she knows when to be serious.

"Well, I'm off then. See you tomorrow." Ellaine slung her bag on her left shoulder.

 "You're leaving already?"

"Yeah why? You miss me already?"

"In your dreams!"

"Oh good because I already had those dreams."

"Will you just get out of here!"  Ellaine laughed.

"One day Trinity. You will admit your feelings for me." She winked then she was gone.

Talk about annoying to the highest level! Staring up at the ceiling, she thought about the last time she had a good time. She needs to go out more. One of this days her sanity will snap and she will end up running around like a chicken with it's head cut off. And all of this because of a person who doesn't care. Now, is he worth it? Maybe. Does he ignore you? Definitely. Stop it! You're stressing yourself more. 'Where is Ellaine when I need to punch something.' With a defeated sigh, she slung her backpack and went out.

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Wuss wuss wuss wuss wuss wuss wuss wuss. Not moving on from Jay makes Trinity a humongous wuss.

Trinity rubbed her forehead. Four pages of wuss is not making her feel better. Would wallowing in your own misery makes you feel better? Who does this anyway? Apparently, she does. She clicked the close button. Do you want to save your progress?, the computer asked her.

"Stupid computer! I'm miserable enough. Now you're telling me---" she stopped herself

She's arguing to a computer. Men, she must be crazy. to make it easier for you, she is. Banging her head against her desk, she continued arguing with herself. 'Get over him!' 'I can't' 'He's ignoring you' 'I love him!' 'He's taken!' 'For the moment'. Uggghhhh! Stupid subconscious! Just suck it! She clicked 'Don't Save' and four pages of sef-pity has been erased in a blink of an eye. Then she opened her browser and went to her blog. She post about heartbreaks and love. Yeah she's romantic like that. Ellaine would have laugh her a** out if she ever finds out about this. She began typing.

                What do we call the people who relentlessly pursue someone who is already taken?         Stupid, crazy, or just deprive of love? When it comes to love, should we be rational or should we put up a fight? Well, let me offer some answers. For the former, do not add insult to the injury. Offer them some advices that will give them the benefit of the doubt. For the latter, let nature takes it course.

                                                             That's all!  Vioblack, logging out.....................

With that deed done, she flopped on her bed. And yes, she is Vioblack.