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“You guys seem to be collecting those types of people over here.” I reply jokingly, trying to add levity to the suddenly tense conversation.
“I’m serious.” She warns. “Last year, one of her best friends slept with Rogue at a party and she shaved her head in her sleep and got her expelled.” She nods vigorously at my shocked expression. “Like I said, stay far away.”
“I just got a haircut, so, noted.” I look back discreetly and find his inscrutable gaze still trained on me. “Did he intervene?”
“Nope. He couldn’t care less. If you’re not Rhys or Phoenix, you don’t exist to him.”
“Maybe he should date one of them then”
“Not their style. Although they’ve been known to share sometimes.”
I turn back towards the front of the room with a disgusted sound. My initial analysis of him was correct – he wrecks chaos indiscriminately with no care for the consequences or the others affected.
Since I need another feud about as much as I need a bullet in the brain, I resolve not to look back for the rest of the class. When the bell rings after an interesting first class on colonization, I gather up my things and am the first out the door.
8.
Rogue
My eyes can’t help but track her tight ass as I watch her practically run out of class with a smug look on my face. Her earlier bravado in the cafeteria was just that. A facade meant to hide the fact that deep down she knows she’s in a war she can’t win.
“Who is that?” I turn towards the grating voice. It manages to be both syrupy and shrill at the same time and I’m pretty sure the intended effect is meant to be seduction, but it lands in my ear like nails on a chalkboard.
It stands in stark contrast to a lush American accent I’m getting accustomed to. That’s the voice I should hate, but its owner is too alluring to completely disregard.
Disinterestedly, I retort back. “Who?”
Lyra gives me a sharp look. “You know who. The girl you stared at the whole class.”
“You seem to be under the mistaken impression that I owe you shit, so let’s correct that immediately.” I bite out. My voice is measured, bored even, but my tone is a barely concealed threat. Lyra’s throat bobs as fear has her swallowing thickly. “What I do, who I look at, who I mess with and who I fuck are none of your fucking business. Remember that before I decide you’re more trouble than you’re worth and get rid of you. For good.”
“Of course, Rogue.” She purrs, but I hear the slight tremble in her voice. “I didn’t mean anything by it.”
Her hand comes towards my shoulder, but I grab it out of the air before she can touch me and yank it backwards. She gives a sharp cry, no longer bothering to hide the fear in her eyes now.
I push on her hand, straining the muscles in her arm. If I press a bit further, I could snap a tendon. “Did I say you could touch me?” My voice drips ire cold enough to give frostbite.
“I-I’m sorry. I won’t touch you anymore.” She whimpers.
I release her hand, tossing it away from me carelessly.
???
Rhys and I ditch the last two periods of the day and head home instead. He drives as I light a joint and take a hit. The windows are down, my arm hanging out, my fingers aimlessly playing with the wind.
“She’s getting to you.”
I turn an apathetic look his way. “I can’t wait to hear this.”
“You don’t even need to ask who I’m talking about because you know it’s true.”
I laugh at him, stony-faced. Bringing the joint back up to my lips, I take another hit before replying. I savor the feeling of the smoke entering my lungs, holding it there as long as I can. I’m already rotten on the inside, what’s the harm in adding more poison?
I blow out the smoke, enjoying the release as the weed takes immediate effect. It dulls the rage, the bitterness, the loneliness.
“I know who you’re talking about, not what you’re talking about.”
“Admit you find her interesting.” He demands.
