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( Hemlock Grove )
IN THE DAYS AFTER PETER'S ARRIVAL, SAGE COULD TELL ROMAN WAS BEING BITCHY. After their tense conversation was interrupted, he had refrained from even passively speaking with the dark skinned brunette. He was grumpier than usual. She consistently caught him avoiding her during classes but when he did, he ended up more frustrated than usual. Only time he had showcased such behavior was around his own mother, Olivia.
As lunch approached, Sage found herself chatting with Shelley, who seems just as confused at Roman's grumpiness. He was even scruffy at home, as told by Shelley's automated voice. "What is Roman so upset about?" Shelley's polite but robotic voice asked Sage as the latter was sipping on some trademark soda she thoroughly enjoyed.
"I don't even know. One minute, he's an asshole to everyone and the next, he ignores us like flies," she muttered in disdain. Thinking back on it, she could only conclude that Roman was jealous for no reason. It was clear nothing had been going on between the new kid, known as Peter Rumancek, and her. Roman had no place having some say in her romantic affairs, either. He was basically a man-slut in the judgmental eyes of Hemlock Grove's people.
But she did consider that he was jealous that she seemed too familiar with him. It was widely known that Roman and Sage were very close peas in a pod. Besides her & Shelley, Roman had no friends, whatsoever. He could be thought of as possessive of the things he had but no one could say for sure besides the actual guilty party. It's not like he should be the only one that's close friends with Sage.
"He'll get over his tantrum soon enough. He probably just thinks I don't have other friends besides his rich ass."
"Such as?" Shelley's eyebrows rose in confusion at the mention of 'other friends', seeing as she mainly did see Sage with her brother. The question then elicits a sigh from the brunette's mouth.
"Besides Victoria and Jacob, I know the new kid. Met him about two years ago in the summer. He thought we seemed cozy when I talked with him yesterday," she shrugs with a nonchalant expression, downplaying the Godfrey boy's original reaction. At the time, he practically could've killed Peter with the gaze he offered. "Roman just creeps the fuck outta everyone. Hopefully, Peter will move away before someone feels tempted to hang him."
"Why would they want to do that?!" Shelley's automated voice is raised at the mere suggestion of such a thing. The teenage girl had been more of a pacifist than her sibling and friend ever were.
Sage's gaze quickly flickers downward, contemplating the lie she prepared long before then. Lying to one of her closest friends was certainly not ideal but outing Peter was not part of any of her plans. Looking back up, she continues, "There's a rumor that he's a werewolf—which is some of the stupidest shit I've heard. Just a bunch of racist assholes trying to stir shit up."
"Thats horrible!"
"Tell me about it," she mutters. She soon squints her eyes at the sight in front of her as surprise overtakes her mind. From across the field of grass & other students lying around, Roman had been seemingly stalking up to their spot. He was still obviously annoyed. Sage rolled her eyes as she slumped her shoulders at his sudden appearance. "So, now, you want to talk to us?"
Instead of answering, he simply went forward only to grab the Jones' girl out of her comfortable position on the table by her wrist. She yelps at the sudden action. "What the hell—," she almost finishes before he reluctantly lets go as they're relatively out of earshot near the back of the building. "What the hell?" She practically seethes at his irregular behavior as he was evidently angry. Her dark orbs looked up at his fidgeting ones. They had darted around the place, frantically.
"Look, we need to talk."
"Could've fooled me," she threw her arms up with a sigh. "You avoid me for three days and now, you want to talk?"
"Just shut the fuck up and let me explain, okay?"
"What. The. Fuck. Is. It." She gritted her teeth in annoyance at the playboy's standoffish-ness as he avoided her own reluctance to a conversation.
"That new kid has to be the killer, of that girl."
Sage laughs at the accusation as his face remains utterly serious. "You're serious—oh my god, and you call me delusional!" She crosses her arms against her chest with another hardy laugh as she looks up at the Godfrey boy. "Now, that's the best pile of horse shit I've heard all year. He is not a fucking killer."
"He visited where she was killed last night. I caught up with him," he counters with confidence. "There's even rumors about him. Being werewolf and shit."
"That are untrue, you dumbass! Just because he was walking around somewhere doesn't equal murderer." Her tone made it seem as if it was just that obvious but her best friend didn't buy it. Not one bit. "What has gotten into you? Getting pissed for no reason and accusing the new kid of murder?" She laughed again, almost mockingly. "Nice one, Roman."
His face soon turned into a flurry of both irritation and desire for retaliation. Even with all their idiotic quarrels, they hadn't gotten into a real argument in years, as friends usually did. If it were anybody else, he'd had given them some odd command that they would inevitably do. Hell, he wanted to scream out another redundant counter he knows wouldn't work against her safe logic. "Look, he's fucking suspicious! New kid moves in and bam, girl is dead. Don't know what's more clear than that!"
"Ever heard of a goddamn coincidence?!" His face twitched in anger as they had been going back & forth. "Would you let it go? People thinking he's a werewolf is shitty enough!"
"What, you on his side now?" He sounded offended to a pure degree as he had been hoping his friend would be on his side as per usual. "You fucking a werewolf and murderer?"
Sage's breath is hitched as his words fall out impulsively. She blinks at the utter audacity before looking him straight in the eyes. "Now, I just might be." Shaking her head, she huffs. "Piece of advice: Try not to piss off your only fucking friend," she grits her teeth at the end of the sentence as she immediately walks away.
He groans at her anger in annoyance, not seeing the problem, at first. "Sage—," he tries to grab her by the arm again only to be thrown off by her raw strength. She pushes him, with more force than she originally wanted to.
"Talk to me when you're actually making some damned sense, Godfrey."
