Partners In Crime [On Hold]

Chapter Seventeen

After having much food for though, I left for my third detention this week. It was going splendid, until I reached the door.

Angie was sitting right next to Awlon, both of them staring at me expectantly.

I took a seat before them.

"Oh how do we owe the pleasure of your presence so near us." Angie said in a singsong.

"I feel my strength just quickening by looking at her lush hair." Awlon continues, his voice matching his partner.

Oh, just lovely. The sadists are conspiring against me.

"I see you found a friend among the troublemakers." I tell Angie, not turning around to look at either of them. "Guess it was bound to happen."

"You never told me he was such a charmer." Angie replies, her voice indicating a grin.

"We never talk."

"Let's keep it that way."

"Gladly."

"But detentions doesn't count."

"Lovely."

"I think so too," there was a sound of someone turning. "Care to enlighten us about how you got into detention, dear?"

Awlon chuckles. "I was skipping a lot."

That was a lie, blatantly told. Don't tell me how, but his depth of voice was a giver. And taking the fact that I, unwillingly, see him mostly every day, was a giver as well. But Angie wasn't me. She bought it easily.

"Ooh, I see where the trouble comes from."

"Not trouble," Awlon corrects her teasing. "Free spirit."

I shut their useless banter out and moved three seats away. I was feeling restless and uneasy again. And I was confused. And when I was confused, I met my feelings head on, thinking I shouldn't hide away from them.

I think of Awlon as the pest itself. His aura was anything but light, and it affected my mood quicker than caffein ever did. And I'm a lightweight in all senses.

I hated him, or so I thought. His words stung still, my chest just aching thinking of what he inflicted on me. I'd be a bad liar if I said he didn't make me feel weak, bad about myself, doubting my abilities.

For some time, I really thought I was what he said. Maybe I was annoying, stocked up, a little princess.

And every time I thought that, I dismissed it. If anyone knew me, it was myself. And I sure as hell would not let a walking talking maniac tell me otherwise.

I was Avery. I was not helpless, I was not weak, I was not arrogant, I was definitely not owning any high horse to be on.

I was, I am, and I will always be such.

Feeling pride and newfound strength fill me I realized, I should just stop playing games. He was not, why should I?

I had also been unfair to him, as much as I don't want to admit it. And I had violated my motto.

Be as you want others to be.

I want him to be kind, understanding, not terrorizing me, and actually talk to me easily as he does Angie. I don't want him to think worst of me or anything but that I am Avery and everything that represents me.

And in what other way is best than for me to act as myself? Not plastic nice, and not sadistically evil.

If he's evil, I won't be Satan.