STARGIRL

48. MELLARIUS

    Arabella had let out a bitter and sarcastic laugh that echoed throughout the empty hallway.

Abel's confidence was utterly destroyed.

"You still think you have a chance with me?" She incredulously asked him, the corner of her lips curling upwards to complete the sadistic expression on her face.

Abel, who's back was leaned up against a unit of lockers slowly nodded.

Arabella sighed and crossed her arms over her chest as she took a small step towards him, "You fucked me over Abel."

Abel chuckled in disbelief, "Like you didn't fuck me over either right? Treating me like shit for no other reason than to make you feel better about yourself."

She rolled her eyes, "And I apologized for that."

"You're the most insincere person I've ever met." He muttered as Arabella meticulously organized the pencils in her locker.

There was nothing but silence between the two for the next few moments. Abel was mustering up the courage to ask her something, but it couldn't come out.

He cleared his throat, "Bella?"

"Yeah?" She barely turned her head to look over at him, her dark hair draped over her shoulder carelessly, flowing down past her waist where the locks stopped directly at her hips.

"I can't help but think about the conversation I had with my dad earlier today." He said as he leaned up against the lockers beside hers.

Arabella turned her attention back to the locker and her pencil organization.

"What does this have to do with me?"

Abel lowered his eyes onto the ground and focused on the stained linoleum tiles.

"He was talking to me about you," He said very slowly, occasionally stealing small glances at her shoes.

Arabella remained silent and busy.

Scratching the nape of his neck, he chuckled very slightly, "He told me you were playing a game that he didn't want me involved in."

Arabella still carried on with her business. Organizing was essential to her. Her key to success as she so often referred to it.

"It was weird, I could feel him be this whole older dude trying to intimidate me, but he didn't-" He stopped himself before going into further detail.

Arabella clicked her tongue, "Finally!" She exclaimed once she had everything organized. She closed the locker and then glanced up at Abel who was staring back at her tenderly. 

She began to back away, "Don't be scared of him anymore, he ain't shit."

Abel slightly tilted his head downwards and cracked a smile, "I'll catch you later."

He watched her walk off, he didn't know where she was headed, but by her demeanor, it was almost impossible to tell what she was thinking. It was always impossible to say what she was thinking. Always.

Abel pushed himself off the locker with his foot and casually began to walk towards his class when he looked at the end of the hall and saw his father standing there.