Olivia Green: Envy's Child [COMPLETED]

Chapter 12: Bender

I've managed to escape from Zac.

He's tenacious, endearing but irritating. He won't leave me alone, even when I had to go relieve myself he stood outside the girl's toilets. Partially aggravating since I enjoy being alone, however I feel suffocated in his constant presence. What can I say? I tolerate people.

Its lunch, I've already spoken to my teacher regarding my last lesson of the week which is self defence and we both agree it'd be unwise of me to participate in the lesson. No shit Sherlock.

I decide I want to go outside the building to breathe, I've never liked being surrounded by walls. My greenhouse is an exception, there's something soothing to me by being in the presence of nature. Sure the one's o prefer are the toxic type, however I'll make do with a couple of trees. Plus I doubt my little horned cow with find me out here, I'm sure he'll be devastated.

"Need a hand with the door?" Comes a gruff voice that sounds like an ash tray. "I'm heading outside anyway."

I look behind me to see someone I've never met before, a younger student wearing sloth's tie with a scrawny frame, bleached yellow hair and dark brown, bloodshot eyes. He wears a pair of black jeans, laced pumps that are worn out and his school shirt unbuttoned at the top. His rucksack straps are loose and hangs off of one shoulder meanwhile a skateboard is tucked beneath his other arm.

"If you would be so kind."

He nods and pushes open the door, holding it open for me as I step out into the chill. September weather is typically bitter in the UK, the beginning of autumn as some leaves on the oaks yellow. The mansion is trapped inside a seven foot tall fence with spikes on the top; the path circles around a fountain where winged putti decorate the centre piece, water cascading over the naked figures and collecting at the circular base.

The kid pushes the door shut after me and begins to walk away, laying his board down and skating to the side of the mansion where nobody really goes; between the brick wall and fencing. Out of curiosity I follow him, hobbling along the pathed path taking me nearly ten minutes to walk half the width of the mansion. Stupid crutches. Stupider broken ankle.

The stranger lights a blunt and smokes it, a packet of weed and a box of joint paper by his feet as he sits on his board, a scratched piece of rubbish with faded designs on the wheels. He sighs and slowly drags his eyes over to me, his reddened gaze looking at my pathetic cast with a glum look.

"Want a hint?" He mumbles questioningly, tilting his head at the drug in his hand.

"No, I'm good."

He nods and takes a long drag before exhaling it through his nose and the rest from his mouth, "Why you out here? Haven't you got your friends to bitch to?"

I only raise a brow, "If I knew these friends you were talking about, I probably would. Why are you out here?"

"I'm usually always out here," he shrugs. "You're the one who I'm questioning. What's the nickname? Queen of Green?"

"Green Queen," I mutter with disdain.

He clicks his fingers and points at me with a nod, now I notice his fingerless gloves with a striped pattern, "That's the one. Why am I in her royal highness' presence? Am I supposed to bow?" He mockingly bows his lower half whilst taking a drag, blowing it from his mouth whilst straightening. "I definitely am honoured."

"Well you obviously know who I am," I huff with a roll of my eyes. "What's your name?"

"Louis Bender, at your service," he waves his hand in the empty air. "For the disclaimer, I prefer to be called Bender. Louis sounds too posh."

"And you are certainly anything other than posh."

"That you are right," he finishes the blunt and pushes it onto the ground. Only now I notice the other finished joints littering the floor, some older and others fresher. "I'm proud. Otherwise I'd be stuck up like all you royalty."

"I can't disagree with you, we royalty are bigheaded."

"You're the worst of them all," he comments truthfully, standing up and rummaging through his bag. "Always walking around like you own the damn place. Getting better treatment than any other student 'cause you're Envy's only child. Being spoilt and purposely stirring drama. I'd hate to be one of you's."

I shrug, "It has its positives."

"Yet you're one of the loneliest students in school."

"Why would you say that?" I ask curiously.

"You're literally outside talking to me, the fuckup of Blasphemy High. You didn't even know my fucking name until two minutes ago." He pulls out a multitude of spray cans and line them by the wall. The bricks are covered in beautiful graffiti, all in dark, cold shades creating dramatic images depicting pain and suffering, telling stories without words and only images that show torturous tribulation.

"Did you do this?"

"No shit," he pauses and furrows his brows over hooded eyes. "Didn't you listen to anything I've been saying?"

"Your work is amazing," I mutter, tracing a prominent line over a clenched fist holding a bleeding heart. "I've never seen art like this before."

"Spray painting?"

I shake my head, "Yeah. In my kingdom we don't condone anything like this."

"So it's true, Envy is a tight arse."

"More than you know," I agree.

"Aren't you supposed to hate me?" He shifts topics from his artwork. "I just utterly offended you. Any sane person would hate me."

"Well, everything you said was true and I'm well aware of it so I'm not going to have a go at you for something I know," I shrug.

He looks at me in bewilderment, his stoned mind not grasping my words, "I thought girls get offended easily."

"Yes, if they're sensitive little pussies," I grumble, retracting my hand from the wall and rejigging my crutch. "I'm the biggest bitch of this pathetic school, I'm not oblivious to what I am or how I act."

"Act?"

"Am," I correct. "I'm here because those people in that building are boring and intolerable. I need a break every now and then. You intrigue me however, what year are you in?"

"Ten," he replies. "I think... wait no, yeah I am."

I can't help but feel the corner of my mouth lift up, "So. Why are you not inside? Other than the obvious."

"I'm a stoner, I don't get along with anyone, never made friends to do so, I'm a troublemaker so I'm out of everyone's way so I don't disrupt their perfect lives."

"Oooh, how mysterious and controversial."

He grins and nods, "I know right. I'm living the rebel's dream. I hardly know what lesson I have."

Suddenly he stops and looks up at the sky, eyes narrowing. At first I'm unsure of what he's suddenly interested about, however I can hear it; a faint flapping sound. I look up into the sky and notice a small, winged creature with black skin fly away from the top floor window, the Principal's office.

"Imps," mumbles the stoned student. "The Devil's eyes and ears. Also their messengers."

"How do you know?" I ask sceptically.

"They're always coming in and out of here," he responds. "Nobody knows 'cause they're always inside. They don't see the workings outside the school."

"What could The Devil possibly want with the Principal?" I ask.

"Anything," he shrugs. "Our entire existence is literally for the purpose of serving The Devil. If he wasn't banished, we wouldn't have been summoned centuries ago."

I look at him with wide eyes and blink dumbfounded, "Do you normally think like this when high?"

"That and I'm a loner, left to my thoughts half the time," he shrugs and I can't help but feel my stomach twist at his words.

Am I seriously doubting the value of my existence right now? Just because of this weird stoner? Yes, yes I am.