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"If we go down, then we go down together."
- Paris, The Chainsmokers
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Ethan
"Avalyn Sofia Thomas, you're so fucking dead!"
I didn't care if I was shouting in the library which had the 'don't talk please' board hanging at it's each corner.
I didn't care when the librarian gasped so loudly from her desk that I wanted to run away from there.
All I actually cared about was the unspoken protocol between Ava and me, which she broke almost an hour ago.
She called my mother. MY MOTHER!
Our protocol: never involve any family members, or friends, or any beloved in our enmity.
And what did this dumb lizard do!
She ranted about me to my mother, saying that I was sleeping around with girls in the university which is not the case -- well, if you ignore two or maybe three girls. And my mother thinks Ava is a particular angel, so she believed her.
She yelled at me over the phone for 45 minutes, and mind you she gets really scary when she is angry.
Ava waves at me from the corner of the library hall with a 110 volts smile on her face.
If Lucifer was female, his name would have been Avalyn Sofia Thomas.
I paced towards her angrily. "Avalyn Thomas, how dare you --"
"Shhhhhh." She signaled me to keep quiet as she laughed under her breath. "It's library Ethie. Calm your tone."
Oh I hated Ava so much more when she called me Ethie. Even my mother has stopped calling me that, now.
"You!" My hands turned into fists as I tried to calm myself down. Ava softly kicked a chair towards me as if a cue to sit down. Considering that I was in a library and I couldn't do anything, I sat down across the table from her.
I swear if Avalyn wasn't a girl, I might have killed her ten times by now. It's not like I think Ava can't fight back, she can -- but my parents have taught me a real man never raises his hand on any woman.
"How's Krystal?" Ava asked in an amused voice.
"Pretty well." I said knowing that what I have told my mother was more that enough to calm her down. "She was very happy after I told her that you and I dating."
That was the moment I was waiting for.
The 110 Volts smile on Ava's face, fell flat. Colours drained out of her face. I smirked at her. "We are what?" She asked in a meek voice with horror plastered all across her face.
"Dating." I sang smugly.
"WHAT THE FUCK, RODRIGUEZ!?" Ava yelled throwing her Throne of glass book on my face. I ducked just in time to dodge it. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!" She stood banging her hands on the wooden table.
"Oh so if you think you are going to break our protocol and screw my life, I will just sit here doing nothing?" I said shrugging. "Of course I will make you go through hell too."
"Shit. Shit. Shit." She cursed sitting down on the chair again. "Don't tell me you called my mother too. Did you?"
"Nah. But I'm sure being best friends with my mother from three decades, Sarah will be updated about us by the time." I said.
"You dickhead. Do you have some brains or not?! You screwed both of us with your words."
"You messed with me, I was already screwed when my mother called me asking about why was I sleeping around because you told her so." I leaned over the table and pointed at Ava. "I was going to suffer, so why shouldn't you."
She leaned back in her chair and mumbled inaudible curses, all directed towards me of course.
"You literally asked for it. Now bare with it." I winked at her.
She gave me a 'wink-at-me-again-and-I-will-snatch-your-eyes-out-the-socket' look. Her phone buzzed with a text message. She read it and her facial expressions turned constipated.
"What's it?" I asked smiling. I liked the idea of anything which could remotely piss Ava off, and this was surely annoying her more than a lot.
"The mess you have created." She hissed before shoving her phone into my face.
Mom: Ava I'm so happy. You finally made the right choice. Ethan is perfect for you.
I couldn't help but laugh at that.
"Did they create a ship name for us already?" I joked.
Ava definitely didn't find my joke humorous -- blame her lame sense of humor, my joke was classic -- the next moment she was storming out of the library.
