The next day Ruby and I were walking
into the canteen, our stomachs rumbling after what felt like hours without food. We speed walked straight towards the queue and piled our plates with spaghetti and meatballs, if there was one good thing about this school, it had to be the food. I never thought I'd think that.
After being here for a few weeks now, Ruby and I had set a pattern for lunch and had a table right by a window, facing the gardens or when our timetables didn't match, me sitting with Maximilian, the rest of the lacrosse guys and some other girls. We walked towards our seat picking up cutlery on the way.
"What do you have next?" Ruby asked, as we were walking.
"Oh, I think I'm in English, which reminds me I need to do my homework, it's due in like two days. I have time but it's so long. What kind of person sets an essay in the first week of term?" I said, pouting.
"Get used it dude, Miss Stuart is just like that." Ruby exhaled, putting her fork in her mouth to pick up a napkin.
"Ugh, of course one of the only subjects I actually enjoy requires me to put effort in." Ruby laughed as a reply.
We were so close to getting to our seats but of course my stupid, clumsy legs decided that this would be a good time to trip over the air and land directly on top of— shiiiit.
"Oh my God Aimmée! I'm so sorry, shit, are you okay?" I took a step back, it looked like I had stabbed Aimmée, she was covered in blood, sorry, sauce, if only it were the former.
"What the fuck, Circe you clumsy idiot! Eww! My brand new Dior blouse, it's covered in sauce!" Aimmée screeched, it looks like the banshee had returned.
"I'm genuinely so sorry, It was an accident, how about I get you a new on-"
"I don't want a new stupid shirt, I want you to learn how to walk!"
"Hey! What's going on?" Hunter approached behind Aimmée. Great, that's exactly what I need, now everyone is going to see how clumsy I am, and Mr 'I flirt with anything that has a vagina' to witness it all.
"My spaghetti seems to have found its way on to Aimmée's head," turning to look back at Aimmée, and lying through my teeth, "I genuinely am really sorry."
Aimmée, taking no heed of my apology, turned around to Hunter, "Babe, I'm so glad you're here, fucking look what happened to me, all thanks to this idiot." She looked back to me, pointing one of her bright pink talons in my face. "Why are you even sitting here? No one sits with you anyway and your skin is all freckly, and your hai-"
"Aimmée, " Hunter sighed, "Its only some sauce babe, stop making it out to be such a big deal, Is it even that deep?"
My heart ached as I realised what Ruby had said really was true, they are going out. It made me physically sick to watch him speak like that to her, but there's nothing I could do. And I definitely was not out to become a home-wrecker, or whatever the high school equivalent of that is.
"Babe, what do you mean? I've got sauce all over me! God's sake Circe, you always have to go fucking ruin everything!" Aimmée turned to face Hunter once again. The anger in her face completely gone, she smiled at him and twirled her hair around her fingers, fluttering her eyes, "Maybe you can help me sort it out?"
Disgusting.
"Wait you two know each other?" Hunter asked, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion. Yes, be confused you fucking tease, getting my hopes up for no fucking reason, urgh. I just wanted to punch him in the middle of his perfectly symmetrical face! Why does he have to be so perfect?
"Yeah, Aimmée's my roommate, why do you look so shocked?" Hmm, how do you like it, hmm.
"Do you two?" Aimmee turned back to me suddenly, looking as conflicted as I felt. Although it pains me to admit, it's actually not Aimmée's fault that her boyfriend is like this.
"Yeah, we've met a few times around campus," I said, and flirted- what? Who said that?
Hunter turned to look at his girlfriend, "This is the roommate who's been making your life 'a living hell'?" Hunter looked at me in disbelief as I turned to face Aimmée, hands on my hips.
"I've been making your life living hell! Are you taking the piss," I lifted my hands up stunned, how dare she complain about me to her boyfriend, making it out like she's the victim! I take every half decent thing I said about her back. Absolute trash, that's what she is.
"Don't speak to me like that! You know what, fuck it. Whatever, I'm going to get changed." Aimmée stood up and walked, sorry, sashayed off to the dorms, hopefully she has a shower as well, those meatballs were quite pungent. Hunter stood to the side, wearing an unreadable expression as he watched the exchange between the two of us.
"Aren't you going to go after her?" I questioned him.
"What do you mean?"
"She is your girlfriend, isn't she? Aren't you going to help her?" Confusion was quite evident as he comprehended my questions. Be confused you sexy motherfucker.
"How do you even know?"
"I've always know about Aimmée having a boyfriend, I just didn't know it was you." More like I didn't want to believe it was you. "I'm going to go now-"
"Circe, wait." Hunter reached for my arm.
"Bye." I hurried out of the canteen, shooting Ruby a quick look, hoping she would understand my sudden departure. Even as I was stepping out of the oak doors, I could feel someones eyes burning into the back of my head but there was no way I was going to look back.
I walked towards the library, which I hadn't visited yet but it was the only place I thought would be open at lunch. I tried to make my way there from memory, following corridors until I got to two massive doors with the word 'LIBRARY' engraved on a plaque next to them. I opened them, to find a room with a size comparable to a hall covered in shelves of books. On the far side of the room, there was an enormous stain glass window, depicting some sort of battle in a Picasso style, with greens and pinks and blues twisting into each other. There were two floors, the top more like a small balcony and the bottom exposing a dark, wooden floor- complete with a long table with benches either side and more smaller tables at the edges.
Instantly, I walked over to section full of beanbags. Crashing in to one, I lay there and wallowed in self pity. There's only one person who could cheer me up at this point. I fish my phone out of my bag, hoping the librarian doesn't see, and send a quick text.
Me: Hey Max, wanna get something to eat?
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Privilege
Romance"Stop," he growled pushing me into the wall, " If we're gonna do it we're gonna do it my way." His arms snaked around me and he brought his lips to mine. His hands roamed over my clothes, smoothing over my inner thigh, rounding the curve of my ass...
