margaux ▶ the lost series #1

margaux ▶ chapter one

margaux ▶ chapter one

September 12th, 2018 ; Laurent Croft

Jumping out of my mother's car, I ran to reunite with my friends. James and Ethan had always been my friends ever since we were in diapers. That's for sure. But it isn't time to talk about something gross right now.

I hung my headphones around my neck as I readjusted my black hoodie before trying to push my way in the crowds of students getting in my way.

Different types of people littered around the lockers as I shifted my gaze from left to right. There were the nerds, the jocks, the cheerleaders, the loners, just the usual stereotypes in high school that no one seems to get tired of.

"I heard she had a boyfriend, and it's an actor!"

"Really? She really has changed, then,"

"Heck, she must be entering the gates with a chauffeur for her limo,"

I cringed on what I heard, not even knowing who they were talking about. It was surprisingly just the first day of my last year in high school, and I am so damn thankful for that.

They said that high school is the most fun part of your life, but they never mentioned that it's either that, or the worst.

The chatter of my school mates still hadn't stopped, so I just tried to find my way to where my friends and I usually meet up in the morning.

"I heard she had bodyguards when she attended her last school,"

"Nope, that one isn't true, Margaux Finlay isn't that kind of person,"

"Do we even really know her, though? I mean, she literally was the best kid of our generation back then and she valued her long hair above all else, until someone saw her hair all chopped up and short,"

"That's old news, someone bullied her too far that's why the Finlays left before,"

I once again cringed as I heard about it, and then I stopped in my tracks when I recalled what I had heard.

Margaux Finlay? Back in Santa Clarita? How? I mean, she just left ten years ago and no one expected her to come back! Why now, of all the times she could have?

Just for my luck, the crowd parted, and I followed where the person on my right went. They basically made a pathway for Margaux Finlay...

And this is her now?

Heck, I can't believe it. Her hair is still blonde but it was cut about her chin's length. Everyone was surprised, recognizing her even if everyone last saw her ten years ago when we were literally still just elementary schoolers back then.

My palms began sweating. I was starting to feel my heart thump louder against my chest. I didn't know what to do, so I just looked forward...

But then my eyes met Margaux Finlay's.

Her grey eyes that used to have so much happiness in them that I remember all too well, were now soulless and empty, like it was just there but its purpose was stolen and left someplace where her emotions can't be found. I don't even know what I'm blabbering about, but when her eyes met mine I can't stop talking in my mind.

A mixture of emotions flooded my chest and my brain.

You see, I used to be the most popular guy back when I was in elementary until the incident.

Yes, I was the dark haired kid who cut off her hair, I was the dark haired kid who always made fun of her because she was always happy when I was always somewhat angry.

And James and Ethan were my friends back then.

Margaux's eyes finally met mine again as she walked by me, and I couldn't help but stare as she walked past.

Margaux used to be the little girl who had long hair usually in French braids, she used to be the little girl who always smiled and tried to make everyone happy like her. Margaux used to be the little kid who wore sundresses to school and head bands and bracelets.

But here present Margaux is, clad in white shirt, a leather jacket, black jeans, and combat boots with her hair cut short. Totally the opposite.

Without realising it, I finally arrived at the Math club room, where we usually met since high school.

I closed the door behind me, and closed my eyes before approaching my now flustered friends. They looked redder than usual, but I couldn't say the opposite with me, too. That was sure as hell a crowd.

"Did anyone of you know Margaux Finlay is back?" I finally croaked out, causing my friends to breathe out.

"She's back, and she's the exact opposite of who she was in elementary," James said, and then frowned.

"It was kind of hot, though," Ethan smirked, causing James and I to smack him with the nearest textbook to us.

She is, but she isn't the Margaux I know.

But do any of us really know Margaux Finlay? We can never know.