SOULMATES

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Scorpius and Cassiopeia had to be sent out of the library for the reason – the librarian had to close the facility earlier than usual. Their obligatory chore was cut short, eventually. Scorpius is still mad – no, more like disappointed to the short girl for throwing out his last stick of cigarette. He had to wait for the end of the school day just to be able to buy his stocks; students are not allowed to leave the premises until five in the afternoon, it was just an hour after their lunch break.

Cassiopeia did not seem that guilty about throwing the young smoker his supposedly last stick of cigarette away. Honestly, she was somehow relieved, knowing the fact that she had to wait for the next day before she is able to inhale toxins from the cigarette again.

The walk to the lake is rather short, especially with Scorpius leading the way instead of Cassiopeia doing it; they would take ages before they get to arrive at the lakeside if the latter leads. The two teenagers were rather silent, opposite to the ones who were bickering non-stop at the library. They probably do not know what to talk about.

Not until the girl cleared her throat, making the blue-eyed boy stop and take a quick glance at her, raising his thick eyebrows, as if gesturing to speak for herself.

So, the girl cleared her throat again and looked down, "Look, I am sorry about throwing your cigarette. I just-"
"It does not even matter that much to me now. It's just a piece of cigarette," Scorpius put both of his hands to the pockets of his black, almost-tattered coat and shook his head. Cassiopeia shook her head, too, as she said, "As compensation, let me buy you cigarettes. After class."

The blue-eyed boy laughed softly, mocking her. "It is really fine. I am not that shallow, you know? Besides, good girls like you should get their hands off to a cigarette. It does nothing good to you," he pulled out one of his hands to ruffle his hair in an attractive way.

"Okay, fine. By the way, when are we going back to the detention room?" she found her fingers tucking the loose hair to the back of her air as the cool air hit both of their bodies. "We still have a plenty of time to loiter or skulk here. But if you want to go back, I am afraid I cannot take you back there. I want to stay here," Scorpius said, his eyes staring at the steady waters of the lake.

"If you are staying here then, I am, too. We left the vicinity together, we might as well go back in one piece together," he hummed in her response, probably agreeing. She unconsciously stared at him; surprisingly, she felt warmth by just looking at this brown-haired man.

She shrugged to herself as she looked down again. "Don't feel too bad about it, shorty. Why do not you just wait here while I go get something from the dorms?" she glanced up to the boy and nodded in agreement, pulling her skirt to prevent it from hiking up to her thighs as she sat down in the grass.

The first day of her supposedly punishment is almost coming to an end. Instead of being punished, it felt like she was just relaxing – taking a break from the stress that came from her school works. It is not that she is complaining, though. This is not just what she expected her punishment to be. Detention, in her expectations, is about doing countless of lines like what they are doing in middle school; writing lines like 'I will not vandalize the school walls again.'And what she thought about the obligatory chore is about cleaning the filthy ladies' lavatory or even sweeping the floors of the whole school.