Once upon a Full Moon

Chapter 6- Lolipop Axe-Murderer

Heaven looked over at me, clearly shocked.
"You what?? You didn't break his limbs or... or... kill him??!"

I lean back in my chair, close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.
I will not yell at my best friend. I won't. But she needs to think about how rude she's being. You shouldn't assume things. Not even if you know exactly how I react to nearly all situations.

I grit my teeth and look over at Heaven. She needs to learn.

" I didn't hurt him because I didn't want to." I said through clenched teeth.

"Stop always assuming I WANT TO HURT PEOPLE. I'm not always happy with being looked at as the big bad wolf, ok? Just mind your own business, and while you're at it, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!"

I threw my arms up in exasperation, rolling my eyes. Why is it so hard for people to understand that if a person acts a certain way they don't always have to fulfill those exact expectations, it's completely up to them if one day they decide to show their true colors they've been concealing.

I'm an Aries, but who's to say I don't have a little Gemini in me?

Heaven looked over at me, her face contorted into a mixture between fury and pain.

Her eyes widen and she moves her sleek blond hair out of her eyes with a slender finger, as she leans across the café table towards me. She looks like she's going to slap me.

Instead she smiles and shoves her chair out from the table. Heaven stands up, skirt swishing. Jutting her left hip out, she blinks a few times.

"If that's how you feel about it, then...!! Then... I'll just..."

I can see the faint glisten of tears in the corners of her eyes.

Heaven glares at me, clearly fighting the urge to smack me. Her lips tremble and she turns on the heel of her black rose limited edition Gucci pumps.

"I'll just leave then. Since obviously honesty isn't something you appreciate... bitch."

I snorted and pretended not to be bothered by my best friends unfeeling reaction to my rude outburst.

"I... um.... I..." Cam started to say, clearly broken between Heaven and myself.

"Oh, would you look at that! The time!! The time has simply slipped through my hands and plop!! Onto the floor in a sticky puddle! Ha, imagine that. Time, in a puddle, at my feet. I wonder what would happen if I stepped in it."

Cam was babbling, his English accent came in heavily when he was flustered or upset. Clearly he was now, muttering about time and puddles and such.

He stood up quickly. "I must leave, forgive me, beautiful ladies. My heart belongs to you both.

With that he grabbed his brown Armani leather jacket and quickly exited the café.

He's been our friend since we all were very young. He's a sweetheart, hard shell, soft inside.

"Now see what you've done?! Cam doesn't deserve to be put in the middle, and once again, it's all your fault. Constantly acting like the true biyotch you are. Can't you at least try to be considerate of our feelings?!!"

She left just as quickly, heels clicking.

And me? I was left to feel like shit.

I stood up, dumping the remains of my drink in the trash.

I walked out of the café, the door slamming hard behind me.

I started walking home, it wasn't far from here, only three or four blocks.
I put my red Beats Pro headphones on and cranked up Numb- by Linkin Park.

I had just passed by my old Elementary school when my iPhone 5s began vibrating like crazy.

Pausing my music, I look down at my phone, frowning at the caller ID.

My mum was calling me.

"What's up, mum?"

"Oh, hey baby. Just calling to see if you're coming home for supper. Your dad has something to tell you."

"Uh, yeah, mum. I'm on my way now. Just walking from the café actually."

"Is Heaven coming over? Or Cam?"

"No, mum. We had, um, a little.... disagreement."

I hear my mum chuckle softly and then sigh.

"Oh, Quinny. Come on home, baby. You'll figure things out. You always do."

A sad smile tugs at the corners of my lips, and I blink fresh tears from my eyes.

"I'm coming, mum." And I end the call, resuming my music.

I walk slowly, singing along quietly to myself.

"I've become so numb, I can't see you there, become so tired, so much more aware. I'm becoming this and all I want to do, is be more like me, and less like you...."

Tears fall from my eyes, and trail in black lines down my pale cheeks.

Black tears, I think to myself, are straight from my inner self, my true being.

Straight from my black soul.

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Tell me if chap. 6 was ok :)
Sorry for all the annoying brands I applied to clothing, phones, etcetera. I'm just trying to give the reader a sense of Quinn's lifestyle. They're posh and live in New England, modern day, 2015. I apologize if you don't appreciate the constant naming, I'll stop if it would help.

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Luna Lupus.