The Imperfect Whistles of the Wind

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The gears in Aven's head were turning at warp speed.

To keep from losing her temper, she focuses on the clicking of Terri's heels on the linoleum floor behind her. She finds that shifting her focus does work - but not for good. It's not long until instead of hearing Terri's shoes rhythimically hit the floor, she starts hearing click, he's a liar, clack.

She stomped down the hall to the gymnasium where a bunch of soccer players were supposed to be running a pre-season practice. The double doors entered with a bang, and the trio of girls scanned the gym for David.

"He's gotta be somewhere." Shiloh muttered.

Aven spotted Tony Gregg, the team's goalie, standing by the Phys. Ed office and chugging a Gatorade. His eyes grew wide once he saw Aven storming over her face drawn in anger.

"Where's Mareiro?" She growled. Tony pointed to the door of the gym office without saying a word.

Aven flung the office door open, revealing a bunch of soccer guys seemingly playing around with Coach Benson. And in the middle of the circle was none other than the man in question.

The room fell into complete silence when Aven, Terri, and Shiloh burst through the doors. Coach Benson looked ready to dismiss them, but Aven spoke up before he had the chance.

"David?" She drawled. "A word please?"

A few of his teammates chuckled and patted him on the back, some even oohed. If only they knew.

David approached the door and Aven left Terri and Shiloh's sides, and led him to a desolate corner of the gym. Once they were alone, David's signature grin spread across his face.

"So..." He began. "I haven't seen you in a while."

"And maybe that was for the best."

His smile dropped immediately and his demeanor changed from one of general happiness to one of confusion.

"Listen David," Aven hissed. "I'm not going to sugar-coat anything, or beat around the bush, or act like what you did wasn't a shitty thing to do. Because it was. I don't even want to know why you lied, I'm more interested in what kind of person you are, Mareiro, cause it takes a vile parasite of a man to pretend that he has a mental illness - goddamn it David!"

Aven's voice gets louder and louder with each passing second and her words carry throughout the gym. It seems that everyone - athletes, coaches, and regular students alike - have abandoned their own conversation to attempt to listen to theirs.

David awkwardly clears his throat. "Can we talk about this somewhere more...private?"

Aven's eyes narrowed into slits. Her features looked so venomous, that David recoiled as if he had been bitten.

"You want privacy?" She sneered. "I'm sorry, do your teammates not know you're a lying douche? Lemme help you out."

Aven spun around and walked towards the center of the gym. "Can I have your attention gentlemen of the Edmund Vivaldi Varsity soccer team? It has-"

"Up we go." Her speech was interrupted by none other than David, who had the nerve to pick her up and fling her over his back like a sack of potatoes.

"Put me down you insufferable prick! I'm a US citizen! I have rights!" Aven protested, as she pounded her fists against David's muscular back. He seemed to be unbothered, as he hauled Aven through the gym doors.

Once outside, David set Aven down and looked around, seemingly pleased that most people had cleared the halls since the lunch bell was about to ring.