Perditus est Amare

Back and Bad

Vladimir

Couples. Why? Why did I have to third wheel? Why did they have to always be so...cuddly?

I watched Gemma and Sabriel cuddle the entire bus ride back to school. When arriving, they finally detached from each other's waists, although still connected by hand.

"Hey guys, I'm gonna take a long awaited shower, don't wait up for me," I retorted, jogging to the dorms, dashing past the other moving students. I smelled gross, I really needed to fix that.

"Yo, Vladimir," a voice called from behind me. I stopped, glared at the sky, then slowly turned around to see Dimitri standing there.

"What."

"I was just gonna chat with a friend, shesh. How was the mission?" Dimitri smiled, walking next to me as I picked up my pace.

"Fan-fucking-tastic. Go away, alright? I don't need people to socialize with right now," I snapped, entering the dorms, then quickly disappearing up the staircase before Dimitri could respond. I didn't care.

Taking two stairs at a time, even though I was worn out from walking so much, I made it to my room as fast as I could. The stench of me was bothering my nose. Way too long without a shower.

As I stripped down, carefully placing armor on the floor, I would need to clean that after my shower, my mind began to wander everywhere. Why does Sabriel get a girl to be happy with? There is no explanation that I can think of.

I turned the water on, stepping in and letting the warm water fall on my tense shoulders. What does Sabriel deserve that I don't? Happiness apparently.

Running shampoo through my hair, my mind continued its own question and answer session. Why Gemma? Sluts are nice, who cares about STDs, right? What does she have to get a good guy like Sabriel to fall so hard for her? Boobs. Nice boobs. Very nice..... Brain stop.

A smile came across my lips, my thoughts asking something that had been digging at the back of my mind for a long, long time: How can you get rid of Gemma to keep Sabriel close? Easiest way, murder. Hardest way, be a nice person.

I ran a hand through my hair, no, I couldn't flat out murder her, then Sabriel would know it was me. A mission and not return with her? No, that'd be too, suspicious. Besides, there's no way it'd ever be me and her on a mission, it'd be her and Sabriel.

How do I get rid of her? I hit the side of the shower. I can't, not without getting rid of him too. Not to sound weird, but if Sabriel is gone, how will I really live? If he's gone, I'll have no friends. But if he stays, then I have to deal with Gemma rubbing herself all over him all the time. That is not something I need.

I turned the hot water off, stepping out of the shower and wrapping a towel around my waist, taking another and drying off my hair with it, running a hand through it to help flatten out the spots that stuck up awkwardly.

Come on, you know you could both of them, for Sabriel it'd be just like killing his father, and killing Gemma will be a relief.

I sighed, pulling a loose shirt over my head, long shorts on the bottom. I grabbed my armor too, throwing it onto my bed. Cleaning wasn't what I was in the mood for. I locked the dorm room's door as I went towards the stairs. Dimitri stood in the stairwell, leaning against the floor number.

"Hello Vlad," He growled, arms crossed against his chest as he looked at me. I think he was trying to be scary. It didn't work.

"Hi," I waved, heading down the stairs, but he got in my way, "What do you want?"

"I want Gemma. You are supposed to be helping me with that, aren't you?"

"Not anymore, you lost your entertainment," I replied, shoving him out of the way to go to the gym.