Their Paradox #Wattys2017

6. "Hurt in his eyes."

bub·ble

noun

1.used to refer to a good or fortunate situation that is isolated from reality or unlikely to last.

"They lived in their bubble at the outskirts of town, wasting away their nights as they watched the bright stars light up the sky's dark canvas."

synonyms: A desired mirage
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"You really just want me to leave you alone?" Jace looked at Clementine's sour features.

She places the lunch tray onto the table before nodding, her eyes never looking up at Jace. Maybe if she had looked up, she would have seen the hurt in his eyes. She acted as if he were nothing but a mere stranger and in a way, he was. 

"But why?" his tone was cold. But so was her's. Their voices seemed to slice through the room's loud chatter. They were in their own little bubble. For Clementine, the bubble seemed to slowly be growing smaller.

She only shrugged in response to his question. She felt cold, and little did she know, regret was chewing her insides out. Her brain racked with various situations as she tried to settle whether or not she was making the right choice. 

"Just stay away." She deadpanned. For a split second she felt him leave. She felt colder, but she was used to it.

Another dusty blonde sits down across from her, extra fish sticks on his plate.

"Randy." Clementine mumbled in a greeting.

He ignored her and dug into his fish sticks. She rolled her eyes before getting up, her plate in hand. She wasn't hungry. 

"Wait."

Clementine turned back at Randy's request. 

"Was he bothering you?" Randy asks in a timid voice. Clementine glanced at him questionably before shaking her head.

"Then why did you want him to leave?" he askes her.

His eyes were trained on hers as his words lingered. Why did she want him to leave her alone?

"The same reason why I want everyone else to leave me alone." she spoke in a rushed whisper. 

"Because you're scared?" he guessed. 

Scared? Why would Clementine be scared of human interaction. There was no reason for her to be scared, therefore she wasn't scared. It was ridiculous to assume that she was. 

Frightened by a bunch of giggling gossips or afraid of the grotesque jocks in their unusual clicks. 

With a rude sigh she turns around. "Because I don't bother with the presence of such dumbfounded beings."

With that she left, throwing away her lunch into the garbage and heading out. An urge made her turn towards the courtyard.

It was usually empty. There and the library were the only places she actually had anywhere quiet to think. When she first came back to school she would always use these places to try and fish for lost memories.

Soon after that didn't work, she just gave up in frustration and distress.

After that she used these placed to release her crowded thoughts or clear her mind.

It was the only thing that kept her from snapping. 

♡Chapter End♡

I've been thinking about trying to update every day or every two days to

One) help gain intrest in this book

and

Two) I don't have to wait for Wednesday. Sometimes I forget when it is Wednesday

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☆"I stood still, vision blurring, and in that moment, I heard my heart break. It was a small, clean sound, like the snapping of a flowers stem."- Diana Gabaldon☆