Kyra wasn't sure what she was supposed to be thinking. She had gotten caught up in some conversation by the people in the club but when they noticed how little she talked, they cut it rather short. She didn't mind, not really. She was used to it, after all. Still, it didn't mean that she hated the club more than she already did or that she found more interest in it. She remained indifferent about it, though she did find the people to be interesting. Mark and Jasmine were pretty engaging and made sure that everyone felt welcomed, which was really no surprise there. Despite that, Kyra wasn't sure if she would even think about this again once the club meeting was over.
While Jasmine seemed to start conversations and end them just as fast, Mark was a lot more relaxed. He spent most of his time talking to Leo, dragging Anthony into the conversation from time to time but at the moment, he wasn't doing anything, just sitting on the guidance counselor's desk and watching the rest of the members. He seemed like he was Jasmine's sane side, the yang to her yin. Mark was an interesting person because of that. Kyra shifted a bit and leaned back against the wall but that movement caught Mark's attention. He noticed her on her own and shot her a smile, walking over to join her by the wall.
"What are your thoughts?" Mark asked, leaning back against the wall to copy her. Kyra shrugged her shoulders, racking her brain to find the right words to say. She didn't want to tell him how she was feeling but she also didn't want to straight out lie to him. That would just lead more people to hate her and she really didn't need that at the moment.
"It's an interesting concept, that's for sure," Kyra finally said. Mark was quick to nod his head in agreement.
"Jas and I want to do more with the club. Really, we do. We just have a few issues when it comes to actually doing more. However, with you, Cleopatra, and Jasmine's new invite, that does leave us with nine members. That's big enough to consider it a real club. People will get more involved at that point, I'm sure of it. It'll probably make things here a lot more interesting for you since Jasmine said something about how you always like to be doing something. It'll have a purpose then, I promise." Mark's voice held a passion in it that Kyra didn't see very often. He was very passionate about this club. She could see it in his eyes. Mark and Jasmine cared a lot about this club and while their motives behind it were a little unclear, they really did try their best to make this place special.
"Wait... Did you say Cleopatra?" Kyra asked, the words finally processing in her head. Mark glanced over at her, slightly shocked.
"Don't tell me you don' t know who Cleopatra Blackheart is," Mark asked, though he looked like he was more shocked than asking. He thought that everyone knew who Cleopatra Blackheart was but he could have been wrong. Kyra glanced over at him, giving him a small smile. She didn't do that often, she realized. So what was it about this club that made her act differently?
"Of course I know who Cleopatra Blackheart is. Who at this school doesn't? What I mean to say is I don't think that you'll be getting her to come to your little club," Kyra shrugged, shaking her head a bit and leaning back against the wall behind her. Mark sighed and copied her, staring out at the floor. If Kyra felt bad about crushing his dreams, she wasn't aware of it herself. She didn't know Cleopatra personally, at all, but she did know that the girl in question wasn't the type to spend her time at a little club like this.
Then again, neither was Kyra and here she was.
"Yeah, I know that. But you never know. She could surprise us and show up anyway! I mean, Jasmine and I believe that it only takes one visit and eventually, you'll be here. Everyone else came here on that hope," Mark said, determination in his words. He didn't need to clarify. Kyra knew that he believed that Cleopatra would come wholeheartedly.
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Fiksi Remaja"Where am I seeing you?" She asked as she brushed a strand of her white hair behind her ear. Jasmine only gave a smile and a giggle as she stood up with her backpack. "The Rejects Club, of course." ()()() Jasmine Ender is the definition of spontaneo...