(Packets xD)
Gray’s POV:
I hummed before turning back on my seat. Those three could work as a group, but I’d much rather work alone.
It wasn’t that I was like this with everyone. It was just these three that managed to bring out this side of mine.
I sighed, deciding to discard these thoughts and focus on the problems.
I pulled out my phone from my bag and plugged the earphones in my ears, putting on Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin, muting the class.
I looked over at the problems, frowning. Okay, how do I do this…?
(Do we want to skip? Maybe some more Violay interaction?)
(And we shall wait for Callie!)
dammit
How far are we skipping?
dammit
How far are we skipping?
(Er, some Violay moments? What about the ‘bullying’ thing we planned for Violay?)
Sure! Will they have just avoided eachother up until that point?
(Alright
Which one is getting bullied?)
(We decided on Violeta, right? They pick on her for her weight.)
(Yeah, but I thought we were also going to do one with Gray so I was confused
Sorry)
(A week later?)
(We’re going to do that one later on. XD)
(Yup, a week later.)
(Got it)
It’s really busy here today… I thought to myself as I waited in line at the lunch place closest to my dorm. Bodies bumped against mine, people were conversing left and right, and the line was moving at a snail’s pace. But I was craving a buttered chicken club sandwich… and any girl could probably recognize that once you were menstruating and craving something, there was pretty much nothing you could do.
I did a quick scan of the place— no sign of Gray. Thank god… To be honest, I had no idea what to think about him. The moment our eyes met, my words died in my mouth, because what was there to say? So I’d been avoiding him for the past week, and he’d been doing the same to me.
Finally, finally, it was my turn to order. I payed as quickly as possible (taking it to-go) and squeezed my way through the crowd. But when I got outside and took a big bite, the first thing I heard was a round of snickers. Turning around, I caught sight of a group of girls sitting on a bench, all trying to stifle their laughter. All of them were staring at me.
Gritting my teeth, I placed a hand on my hip. “Care to share what’s so hilarious?”
Gray’s POV:
Since Aria had a sleepover at her friend’s (trust me, I didn’t want to let her go, but her friend seemed incredibly sweet), I decided to come here to get something to eat.
Normally I wouldn’t. Eat out, I mean. I liked to save my money so whenever I needed it, it would be available. This time, however, I didn’t want to eat alone at home, so I thought, why not?
I had decided to get a burger with a small drink and had just took my seat when I caught sight of Violeta.
Truth to be told, I didn’t really know how to feel around her. I’d tried avoiding her as best as I could, but it felt like I didn’t even need to do anything. She was avoiding me just fine on her own.
If I said I didn’t feel bothered by it, then I would be lying. I didn’t know why, but I just did. She was just… different. I’d like to say she was special. Amusing? Funny? Nice? I didn’t know. I just knew that whenever something involved her, I didn’t feel like the thing I morphed myself into.
Shaking my head, I decided to focus on my food. When I looked up at her again, she was glaring over at a group of girls.
The first girl snorted, and I placed her immediately as the snobbish, loaded redhead from my Studio Art class. “It’s just funny how you’re so fat, yet you’re still eating that huge sandwich.” Her words struck me like a punch to the face. Before I could respond, another girl chimed in. “Yeah, you’re always wearing all this vintage clothing like you’re trying to be pretty, then you stuff your face with food? Like god, make up your mind.”
Gray’s POV:
I clenched my fists tightly, telling myself it wasn’t my business. Violeta could handle herself. She didn’t need me. She and I were nothing.
However, it didn’t work. The second they started badmouthing her, I felt absolutely livid.
How dare they? How dare they think they could insult her? I found myself standing up and taking slow steps towards them, my eyes completely on those girls, yet I could still see Violeta flinch at their words. It only made me angrier. No wonder she didn’t take kindly to my words. Who would, after hearing trash like this?
“Wow, is that jealousy I hear in your voices?” I chimed in, a forced smile on my features, my voice cheerful. It was always easy for me to hide my anger behind these smiles. It was easy to pretend I was a cool-headed person. This time, it wasn’t. I wanted nothing more than to strangle these girls until my fingerprints were engraved in their skin. “Doesn’t really surprise me. I suppose all those diets and starvation didn’t exactly help you with your Barbie doll looks. You eat mere salads, yet you are nothing as compared to her.”
I whipped my head around as soon as the familiar voice hit my ears, my eyes widening. I opened my mouth to speak by nothing came out; a result of the comments and Gray’s shocking comeback.
The group of girls all gaped at him for a moment, before the redhead spoke up again. “Who are you, her boyfriend? Honestly, I feel bad for you.. you’d really date her?”
Gray’s POV:
I let out a laugh, shaking my head. These girls were infuriating. They really didn’t know how hard they were pushing my buttons, were they?
“I do understand why you’d feel bad for me,” I replied, stuffing my hands in my pockets as I took a step forward. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “After all, she simply outshines me. But here’s a little advice for you,” I pressed my hands on their table, a dangerous smile on my features. “That woman you just insulted. She’s important to me, do you understand that? You ever dare talk trash about her, you even look at her and I’ll make sure you never have the guts to show your face to anyone, whatever that will be left of it, anyway. I will dig out every dirty little secret you have and will expose it to the world. So please, do take care of yourself and watch your words, yeah?”
I didn’t do fights. That wasn’t my thing, so I lied. Not about exposing them, though. I was good at that. That was my type of thing. I suppose it wasn’t a good thing to have, but let’s say I needed it to make sure Aria was safe.
Once I was sure my message was clear, turned towards Violeta, threw my arm across her shoulders and pulled her towards me.
“C’mon, Vy, let’s get out of here,” I told her cheerfully. “The air suddenly became polluted.”
(Also, Topaz, did you write the ‘girlfriend’ bit my mistake, or was it on purpose?)
(Shite I’m sorry that was an accident, my mind isn’t functioning
Let me fix that)
