(Spin-off of Imaginary, more so specifically it's second book, Severity)
Cleo Vexer, a problematic teenage girl, is the sensation of your average pessimist and mediocre criminal. Still having to survive the rest of her senior year bitter and lonely...
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I kept myself in an unhealthy isolation through the remainder of the week.
When Winsley had texted to see if I had plans, I rejected them with a multitude of excuses. Even Sever reached out to see if I was okay. I had assured them with simple lies; Winsley even believed most of them. Sever, on the other hand, took more convincing that lead to absolutely nowhere.
Losing the last of my dignity, I opted to join a gym during my isolation. I also had been portioning my food into the categories my new nutritionist had suggested. I knew better then to starve myself, that would only make me more miserable.
I didn't want to fall into old habits.
Though it also wasn't too fun sizing myself up to shape knowing that it was going to take longer than I wanted.
But in fair perspective, I was pushing myself to lose weight to the best of my ability. It wasn't my proudest moment of epiphany, but it was something that I was determine to commit.
Dread fills me as I walked onto school campus Monday morning. It was all about academics now since I've lost everything beside my excelling grades.
I sit in English class, knowing that the day just got worse when Mrs. Z assigns a new group project.
"English partners?" Caslon asks me, seeing that he only aquatinted himself with me in this class.
I look around the room hopelessly. I heave a long and heavy sigh. There was no way I was getting out of this now.
"I guess." I mummer under my breath.
Picking up the rubric, I sighed as I realized this was an entire week project for a reason. Of course in my darkest moments, it was a school project that forced me out of my lonely shell.
I take the assigned book from my bag, starting to flip through the beige pages. I glimpsed at a few of the annotations I highlighted, trying to spot certain ones that would actually come into good use.
"So," Caslon's voice dragged shyly. "How do you want to do this?"
"The project is fairly simple, it's just time consuming." I analyze the couple of bullet points on the paper. "I'll probably do the writing portion, and you can do the visual. Now if you don't mind, I'd prefer if you went with the painting option. Since your parents aren't picky about your electives non-related to business."
His glare started to form after the mention of his parents. Instead of retaliating, I continued my improved plan monotonously. "We can combine the themes of the main plot into both of our halves, and there, one cohesive masterpiece."
Caslon stared at me with a bored expression. "Don't be vague with me, Vex. I get that you don't want to associate with me - and vise versa - but don't be passive aggressive about our argument. We're not going to make jabs at each other like we're seven."
"Says the one who just made a jab at my 'immaturity,' but whatever." I mutter under my breath bitterly. "And don't act like I don't have the right to be angry, Allway. You're not the victim here."
"It's not my fault you're so emotional." The words roll off his tongue.
"It's not my fault you broke my silent rule." The words snappily fall out from my lips. I can see his features soften in guilt. "And I have a feeling this won't be the last time, which is surprising yet predictable."
I smirk subconsciously. "Because you're such the obedient type."
