Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 9: You're Not A Sensitive Little Bitch

"What do you mean 'no'?" Comes a hiss from around the corner.

It's Thursday's break, just before my second lesson and I was wondering the corridors looking for a quiet spot to think, not in the mood to deal with the popular table as all of its tragedies at this very moment. In all honesty I didn't sleep very well last night, I had a restless sleep which involved nightmarish qualities that has put me on edge. I have never been more grateful for concealer in my entire life.

"I mean that I seriously don't want to," comes a curt, tense response. "I'm not interested."

"Not interested?" The female scoffs, her voice full with disbelief. "You're seriously saying no? Just because you're fucking my sister?"

Apples and cinnamon waft through the air and I can't help but soak it all in, the familiar green embrace rectifies the little sleep I had last night and I feel slightly better than beforehand.

"Partly," the guy replies and I think I recognise his deep voice. "I don't like more than one girl at a time, I'm not into that."

"That's not what you said last year," the girl purrs and it clicks to me that it is Anika Menon. "If I remember correctly, you couldn't get enough of me. So why the standoffish attitude?"

"Like I said, I'm just not interested in you."

"Not interested?" She seethes. "Everyone is interested in me, so what the fuck is wrong with you recently? You've changed, and I swear if I find out Deya is involved with it, I'll fucking bring hell on your name."

I hear the clicking of heels echo in the distance like a velociraptor stalking off to find it's next prey. I choose this time to round the corner and clarify his identity. I was right.

Zac Scarlet is Wrath's son; a tall, buff Asian boy with short black hair and surprising patience. His reddish black horns curl from his skull, pointing upwards at the tips. He is polite whilst being the captain of the rugby team, smart without being overbearing and genuine with no ulterior motives. He might be the kindest popular student in our school.

"She's jealous you're know," I break the silence.

He doesn't startle, it's like he knew I was there all along. He just nods, "I know. What are you doing here?"

"Am I not allowed to roam my beloved school in peace?"

"Not when you're Olivia Green, what's up?"

I sigh and lean against a locker, "We're four days in and I'm tired already. When I'm tired, I lash out at people since I can't tolerate them. I thought I'd save my vocal chords the strain."

"That's very thoughtful of you," he nods with a humorous smile. "You haven't screamed at me yet, I'm shocked."

"You're one of the few people who I don't actually want to poison."

"Why thank you," he laughs a little. "And why's that?"

"You're not overwhelmingly nice, but you're not a dickhead. Your face doesn't make me want to pour bleach into my eyes, plus you don't take things I say seriously, hence you're not a sensitive little bitch."

"Thanks again," he smirks. "Can I tell people you said that or will you spike my food?"

I quirk a brow, "What do you think?"

"True, devil forbid the Green Queen has a positive thing to say."

"Shut up and walk me to Royal Training you horned cow."

He only laughs and walks with me down the winding corridors to take me to this wondrous lesson, a pure, delightful two hours of our prudish, uptight old hag of a teacher.