Darko

vi - No Faith

The last bell on Friday couldn't seem to come fast enough. If one could say that Darken, Justin, and Anne had a good week, it would have been an understatement. The three of them had gotten along better then Darken could have ever fathomed. Not including Anne's occasional teasing toward the boys.

Justin had even suggested coming to help Anne with training. Naturally, getting all the help he could was crucial for him. But Darken still felt uneasy about the situation. He wanted to convince himself that Justin helping him was a good thing.

However, the thought of Anne and him not being alone was disappointing. Darken already knew that Justin and Anne had history but, how much was history?

Acquaintances? Child hood friends? Best friends?" "Boyfriend?"

Darken groaned as he slammed his feet on top of his wooden desk. It was no secret the trio had grown close in a short amount of time, and Darken wasn't ready to screw things up that quickly.

His thoughts however, were suddenly interrupted by a blonde woman's unpleasant gaze peeking in his door frame. "Do you mind?" Crest was peering in the doorway holding a book titled:

"Love is War"

Darken let out a loud growl, taking his feet off the desk violently. "Can't you go somewhere else to read?"

Crest scoffed putting her hand to her chest. "Like where?"

He shrugged his shoulders dramatically. "Oh! I don't know, maybe a library."

Crest groaned. "At least I'm doing something educational, unlike your horseback riding."

Darken bit his lip out of frustration and slammed the pen on the desk. "I don't care what you think!"

Crest smirked, knowing she was getting to him. "You should." She crossed her arms. "After all, I'm the only adult living in this house."

Darken stood up hastily. He was fuming. "Get out Crest!"

Crest's smirk faded. She let out a sigh and slowly backed out from the door, slamming it behind her.

Darken noticed he was still standing up and he had been gripping his fists.

As he slowly released his fingers, he immediately caught sight of the "u" shape indentions in his palms.

Did he really get that angry?

Darken swallowed hard, and brought his attention to his window. A part of him wanted someone to be outside. A part of him did not. Perceiving Anne as this talented equestrian rider with beautiful clothes, well kept hair, and skin made Darken insecure.

Did all equestrians look like that? We're they all rich? What about Justin? Did he have all the things Anne had?

Despite Darken knowing the two teenagers for very long, it still made him feel out of place, and that he shouldn't be learning how to ride a horse in the first place. Especially if he wanted to go to Jorvik for the summer.

Darken rubbed his forehead with his palm attempting to distract him from the constant spike of ache in his head.

Tap Tap Tap

Darken jerked his head up at the final sound. He scurried to his window opening up the curtains.

"Took you long enough!"

It was Justin and Anne.

Darken rolled his eyes. "What are you guys doing here?" He sighed. "My lesson with Anne isn't for another hour." He turned around, pointing at the very small clock on his wall.