Disclaimer: Lexie's mine, no one else is. This is a direct sequal to "Revelation". You have to read that one first, or you won't get this one at all.
Reckoning
The sun was just beginning to rise over the mountains. The reds and pinks and oranges and purples all mixed together in a amazingly vibrant sunrise, creasting a snow topped mountain in a dazzling display of Mother Nature's beauty. No clouds marred the sky that was slowly turning a light blue from the darker gray shade that it had been before Apollo had began his ride. The colors seemed to stand out even brighter up here, because you were closer to the sun up here then anywhere else on earth, it seemed sometimes.
Daisy Lipenowski, sitting on the front stoop of the girl's dorm, her arms around her knees, didn't see it.
Her mind was a million miles and tweleve hours away. All she could think about was last night, and the way Ezra had looked when he had told her that she couldn't tell anyone about his...problem. And what had she done?
She'd run directly to Peter and spilled her guts, told him EVERYTHING that Ezra had told her in the strictest of confidences. Why had she doen that? Why had she betrayed the one person whose trust she vauled more then anyone elses?
Why had she told?
You know why, her mind to her gently. He HAS to get help...or he might really succeed one of these days...and you would lose him. Forever. Is that what you want?
"No..." Daisy whispered out loud to herself, hugging her body for warmth and comfort.
But did I do the right thing?
Yes, I did. He'll get help now, he'll be okay. Peter can help him, Sophie can help him...I can help him. If he'll let me.
But will he let me? I betrayed him.
I betrayed him.
For about the tenth time since last night, Daisy buried her face in her hands, and began to cry softly.
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"What IS this?" Ezra asked the table at large, as he sat down with his tray, looking at the food that was sitting on top of it.
"Some sort of surprise I think." Scott told him, poking at his own food with his fork.
"What's the surprise? You might die?" Ezra asked, sitting down, across from Daisy. She had been reaching for her milk when he said that, and his words seemed to startle her so much that she knocked her glass over, sending a tidal wave of milk all over the table.
Ezra jumped back before any of the spilled milk could fall on him, and smirked at Daisy's dumbfounded expression. He grabbed some napkins, and began to mop up the milk, looking up at Daisy expectantly.
"Are you gonna help me, or just stare at it all day? Oh, I know! You're trying to use you're mental powers to make it go back into the glass aren't you?" Ezra asked her, smiling again and handing her a stack of napkins.
The rest of the table began to laughed, but Daisy didn't say anything, just grabbed the napkins and began to wipe up the excess milk. When she finished, she threw them on her try and took off, never speaking a word to anyone.
"What's her problem?" Juliette asked, looking at Shelby. Shelby lifted her eyebrows, and shrugged.
"I don't know, Princess. She's been acting weird all morning, remember?" The blonde responded.
"Maybe it's something Peter told her. She went to talk to him early this morning." Kate broke into the converstation.
"She did?" Ezra asked, trying to keep his voice as casual as possible. "About...what?"
"I don't know. She wouldn't say." Was Kate's reply.
"Oh." Ezra replied, looking down at his food, but not really seeing it. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. He stood up, his chair scraping on the floor behind him. He grabbed his tray, and dumped it off on the cart before heading for the door to try and find Daisy.
He shoved the swinging doors of the cafteria open, and jumped about a foot when he came face to face with Peter Scarbrow.
"Peter, hey. I was just going to--" Peter cut him off, his eyes and face and tone very serious.
"Ezra...I need to talk to you, alone. Right now." The headmaster told his student quietly.
Ezra swallowed, and nodded, his heart slamming into his chest, and his mind spinning. This couldn't be happening. She wouldn't have...would she?
Of course she would.
Daisy had told Peter.
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Daisy popped her knuckles, and continued to pace in front of Peter's office, her heartbeat slamming against her chest so hard that she could hear it. She could hear everything. The blood rushing in her veins; the squish of her shoes on the floor; the ticking of the clock above the adminstrative's desk. Well, she could hear ALMOST everything.
She couldn't hear what Ezra and Peter were saying in there.
She wasn't sure that she wanted to.
The two men had be sequestered in Peter's office all morning, and Daisy had been pacing in front of it for that long. She had seen Scarbrow catch Ezra as he was coming out of the lunchroom, and practically drag him back to his office.
She had followed, and hadn't moved from her look out point since then. Thankfully, it was Friday, and she didn't have any classes until this afternoon. She allowed herself a small, bitter smile. She hadn't gotten a chance to read Macbeth, but hopefully, under the circumstances, Roger would give her an extra day.
She was on her 3,456 pass of Peter's office when the door squeaked open, and Ezra stepped out of it. His face was gray, and his eyes were red and he looked more shaken then she had ever seen him. He didn't even appear to see her, just stepping out of the office and making a very sharp right.
"Ezra?" She called, getting his attention. He turned to look at her, his eyes as dark and as cold as frozen sapphires. She winced, and stepped back, swallowing the lump in her throat. "What...what did Peter want?"
"You. Told." The words were spat out with more venom then she had EVER heard in the normally friendly young man's voice. Daisy looked down at her feet for a moment, before lifting her eyes to meet his harsh gaze.
"Yeah, I told. I had to." Daisy told him, crossing her arms and willing herself not to look away from her best friend's cold gaze.
"No, you didn't. You said you weren't going to..." Daisy interuppted him, trying to match his cold tone with one of her own.
"No, I didn't. I never said I wouldn't tell."
"I trusted you." Ezra snarled. "I can't BELIEVE I trusted you with this."
"You had to have HELP Ezra!" Daisy screamed at him, abandoing her plan of sounding as cold as him.
"No, I didn't!" He yelled back, the ice in his eyes melting in the flame of anger.
"Yes you DID! What if you tried it AGAIN, and it WORKED!? What if you DIED next time?! I couldn't let you die!" Daisy continued to scream, all of her normal control gone. Of course, this was far from a normal situation, so one could understand how the normally seemingly emotionless young woman would scream at her best friend in public.
"WHY NOT?! If it's what I wanted?!" Ezra snarled, his upper lip curling slight.
"WHY NOT!? WHY NOT?! BECAUSE, I LOVE YOU TO MUCH, DAMNIT!" Daisy cried, moving until she was standing nearly nose to nose with him.
Ezra just shook his head, and turned and stompped away, leaving Daisy standing alone in front of Peter's office, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks once more.
"Ezra..." She whispered as he stormed away from her, leaving her alone once more.
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Daisy didn't see him for the rest of the day. He skipped all the cleasses they has together, and even avoided dinner. She desperately wanted to apoligize for what she had done, even if was for his own good. But how was she suppose to do that if she couldn't find him?
"Has anybody seen Ezra?" Juliette asked at dinner, looking around at the rest of the Cliffhangers.
"No."
"Nope."
"Not since breakfast."
"Not me."
Daisy didn't say anything at all, just stared down at her food and wished she was was anywhere else. Shelby caught her expression and poked her in the shoulder. Daisy looked at her out of the corner of her eye, and shook her head in reply to the silent question Shelby asked her.
"Have you seen Ezra, Daisy?" Juliette asked, perky as ever and oblivious to the slight exchange between her two roommates.
"I didn't realize it was my day to keep up with him." Daisy snapped, true venom in her voice. Suddenly feeling clusterphobic, the girl grabbed her tray and left. Her friends watched her in amazement, wondering what was going on with her.
"What I say?" Jules asked, looking at Auggie in wonderment.
"The wrong thing, as usual." Shelby snapped back, watching her best firend with worried eyes.
"Think that's got anything to do with EZ's been all day?" Auggie wondered out loud.
Juliette pulled her lips to the side for a minute, deep in thought. Then her feautres cleared, and she suggested, "Maybe they broke up."
"They couldn't have broken up, because they WEREN'T TOGETHER, Princess." Shelby reminded her, rolling her eyes.
"Well, then maybe they had a fight." Juliette tried again, making a face at Shelby.
"About what? Those two seem to agree on just about everything." Scott wondered out loud.
"Not everything." Shelby reasoned.
"Pretty close." Auggie disagreed.
"Whatever. Why are we so interested? Will figure it out when one of them tells us." Shelby ended the conversation, not wanting to talk about one of her only friend's behind her back. Shrugging, the rest of them went back to eating.
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Ezra sat on his bed, his copy of Macbeth in his hands. He stared at the red lettering on the cover, until they blurred together, and looked like bloodstains. He gagged mentally at the pictured, putting the book down and turning to look at the letter he was writing to Lexie. It was the one that he had started last night.
Dear Lexie,
Well, I told someone...
"But then she betrayed me by telling Peter." Ezra finished the sentence out loud, wondering if he should write it down.
Shrugging, he did so, knowing that he'd eventually wind up telling her anyway. He always did---she was the only person in the world that knew absloutely everything about him. No one, not even Peter knew some of the stuff that she did.
I feel like Daisy betrayed me--she told Peter, and I begged her not to. It's like it didn't matter what I wanted--she told him anyway. Maybe I shouldn't have trusted her with it--she didn't take it as well as I thought she was gonna. She actually CRIED. I've never seen her do that before. Maybe I should be touched or honored or something. I think she's only cried once before since she's been up here. Okay, now I just feel bad. Life completely sucks, doesn't it Lex? No, don't worry, I'm not gonna DO anything about life sucking in the life ending way. You were right, there's stuff I would miss to much. You're the top of the list. And, damnit, Daisy is probably pretty close. How can I still care so much about her, even though she betrayed me? Got anything to say on that subject? As usual? LOL---You know that I love you. Gotta get going though. Write me back soon with you're illustirous answer.
Love always,
Ezra
Scanning the letter, he nodded, and stuck it in the addressed and stamped envelop sitting next to his bed. The handwriting was his own--Lexie habiutally sent him stacks of envelops stamped and adressed to him, so he wouldn't have any "excuses" for not writing to her. He smiled at the thought of his insane best friend, and turned to look at the picture of her he kept on his bedside.
Her large brown eyes and bright smile shone at him from the picture, her white tank top in sharp contrast to her smooth chocolate colored skin. A gold chain hung around her neck, and the golden wedding band that was on the end was in plain slight, gleaming off her shirt.
Ezra reached under his shirt and pulled out the matching gold band and heavier gold chain that he always wore, even though Peter didn't allow jewerly. He kept it out of sight, and hoped that no one ever noticed it--the chain was too important to him take off.
The bands had belonged to Lexie's great-granparents. They were only pair of honest to God soulmates that Ezra had ever meet. Since the day that they had met in 1914, they had never been apart more then a day, even dying within minutes of each other, just three years ago. Maria had given her band to her youngest granddaughter, and asked her to wear it to remember them by. To Ezra's susrpise, Alonzo had given his to him, and asked him to protect his granddaughter.
Rejecting the idea of wearing the bands, Ezra and Lexie instead had hung them around their necks to remind them that true love did last. Both of their parents had been in the process of divorcing, so it was a needful reminder.
Ezra fingered the golden circle thoughtful, his nimble fingers finding the inscription. Amore Toujour. Love Always.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Ezra stood up and left the dorm room, headed for the school's "post office" to mail his letter.
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The next few days passed in a similar manner then the first day for Ezra and Daisy. He avoided her when possible, ingored her when impossible, and was continually called into Peter's office for long sessions each day.
Daisy was at the end of her rope. How was she suppose to apoligize to her friend if he wouldn't even look at her? The stress was beginning to get to her. Her schoolwork suffered, she didn't eat as much as she should, and sleep was something that refused to come.
The girl was sitting in the lodge, her head in her hands, reflecting on all of this. Why was she letting all of this get to her the way it was? Her mother's DEATH hadn't even gotten to her this bad. What was worse was that Juliette thought she had a broken heart, and then proceeded to tell everyone about it, weither she was right or not.
Hell, she didn't know. Maybe she DID have a broken heart. She knew that it hurt like hell, because Ezra refused to talk to her. Maybe that's what it was like to have a broken heart. She wouldn't know. She'd never had the ailment.
"Daisy?" Scott's voice shook her out of her thoughts. She glared up at him, wondering what he wanted. At least she didn't have to worry about him trying to 'consul' her, the way that Kate and Juliette had wanted to. "You alright?" Okay, so maybe she did.
"Fine." Daisy waved her hand, trying to get him to leave her alone.
"You're not a good a lier as Shelby is." Scott noted absently, watching her with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Shut up." Daisy mumbled, looking down at her lap and hoping that he take the hint and leave her alone.
"Ezra still not talkin' to ya?" Scott asked, as if he didn't know.
"Are you TRYING to rub it in?" The girl snapped, looking at him with fire in her eyes.
"I guess that's a no?" The young man asked, sitting down next to her on the couch. Daisy glared at him, trying to make him leave her alone. He just smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Look, I've been there, okay?" The smile faded off his face. "I know it's hard. But you just gotta keep at him. He'll forgive you eventually. Like Shelby did with me."
Daisy blinked, and looked over at him. He looked serious enough, but he was a good actor. "You're serious?"
"Yeah, I am. If you care about him enough, and try hard enough, you'll eventually get through to him. Though it's not exactly gonna be easy. What did you do anyway?" Scott couldn't keep the curiosity out of his voice.
"Nothin." Daisy told him softly, turnng away from him. Scott rolled his eyes and stood up, leaving Daisy alone with her thoughts.
TBC...
Reckoning
The sun was just beginning to rise over the mountains. The reds and pinks and oranges and purples all mixed together in a amazingly vibrant sunrise, creasting a snow topped mountain in a dazzling display of Mother Nature's beauty. No clouds marred the sky that was slowly turning a light blue from the darker gray shade that it had been before Apollo had began his ride. The colors seemed to stand out even brighter up here, because you were closer to the sun up here then anywhere else on earth, it seemed sometimes.
Daisy Lipenowski, sitting on the front stoop of the girl's dorm, her arms around her knees, didn't see it.
Her mind was a million miles and tweleve hours away. All she could think about was last night, and the way Ezra had looked when he had told her that she couldn't tell anyone about his...problem. And what had she done?
She'd run directly to Peter and spilled her guts, told him EVERYTHING that Ezra had told her in the strictest of confidences. Why had she doen that? Why had she betrayed the one person whose trust she vauled more then anyone elses?
Why had she told?
You know why, her mind to her gently. He HAS to get help...or he might really succeed one of these days...and you would lose him. Forever. Is that what you want?
"No..." Daisy whispered out loud to herself, hugging her body for warmth and comfort.
But did I do the right thing?
Yes, I did. He'll get help now, he'll be okay. Peter can help him, Sophie can help him...I can help him. If he'll let me.
But will he let me? I betrayed him.
I betrayed him.
For about the tenth time since last night, Daisy buried her face in her hands, and began to cry softly.
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"What IS this?" Ezra asked the table at large, as he sat down with his tray, looking at the food that was sitting on top of it.
"Some sort of surprise I think." Scott told him, poking at his own food with his fork.
"What's the surprise? You might die?" Ezra asked, sitting down, across from Daisy. She had been reaching for her milk when he said that, and his words seemed to startle her so much that she knocked her glass over, sending a tidal wave of milk all over the table.
Ezra jumped back before any of the spilled milk could fall on him, and smirked at Daisy's dumbfounded expression. He grabbed some napkins, and began to mop up the milk, looking up at Daisy expectantly.
"Are you gonna help me, or just stare at it all day? Oh, I know! You're trying to use you're mental powers to make it go back into the glass aren't you?" Ezra asked her, smiling again and handing her a stack of napkins.
The rest of the table began to laughed, but Daisy didn't say anything, just grabbed the napkins and began to wipe up the excess milk. When she finished, she threw them on her try and took off, never speaking a word to anyone.
"What's her problem?" Juliette asked, looking at Shelby. Shelby lifted her eyebrows, and shrugged.
"I don't know, Princess. She's been acting weird all morning, remember?" The blonde responded.
"Maybe it's something Peter told her. She went to talk to him early this morning." Kate broke into the converstation.
"She did?" Ezra asked, trying to keep his voice as casual as possible. "About...what?"
"I don't know. She wouldn't say." Was Kate's reply.
"Oh." Ezra replied, looking down at his food, but not really seeing it. Suddenly he felt sick to his stomach. He stood up, his chair scraping on the floor behind him. He grabbed his tray, and dumped it off on the cart before heading for the door to try and find Daisy.
He shoved the swinging doors of the cafteria open, and jumped about a foot when he came face to face with Peter Scarbrow.
"Peter, hey. I was just going to--" Peter cut him off, his eyes and face and tone very serious.
"Ezra...I need to talk to you, alone. Right now." The headmaster told his student quietly.
Ezra swallowed, and nodded, his heart slamming into his chest, and his mind spinning. This couldn't be happening. She wouldn't have...would she?
Of course she would.
Daisy had told Peter.
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Daisy popped her knuckles, and continued to pace in front of Peter's office, her heartbeat slamming against her chest so hard that she could hear it. She could hear everything. The blood rushing in her veins; the squish of her shoes on the floor; the ticking of the clock above the adminstrative's desk. Well, she could hear ALMOST everything.
She couldn't hear what Ezra and Peter were saying in there.
She wasn't sure that she wanted to.
The two men had be sequestered in Peter's office all morning, and Daisy had been pacing in front of it for that long. She had seen Scarbrow catch Ezra as he was coming out of the lunchroom, and practically drag him back to his office.
She had followed, and hadn't moved from her look out point since then. Thankfully, it was Friday, and she didn't have any classes until this afternoon. She allowed herself a small, bitter smile. She hadn't gotten a chance to read Macbeth, but hopefully, under the circumstances, Roger would give her an extra day.
She was on her 3,456 pass of Peter's office when the door squeaked open, and Ezra stepped out of it. His face was gray, and his eyes were red and he looked more shaken then she had ever seen him. He didn't even appear to see her, just stepping out of the office and making a very sharp right.
"Ezra?" She called, getting his attention. He turned to look at her, his eyes as dark and as cold as frozen sapphires. She winced, and stepped back, swallowing the lump in her throat. "What...what did Peter want?"
"You. Told." The words were spat out with more venom then she had EVER heard in the normally friendly young man's voice. Daisy looked down at her feet for a moment, before lifting her eyes to meet his harsh gaze.
"Yeah, I told. I had to." Daisy told him, crossing her arms and willing herself not to look away from her best friend's cold gaze.
"No, you didn't. You said you weren't going to..." Daisy interuppted him, trying to match his cold tone with one of her own.
"No, I didn't. I never said I wouldn't tell."
"I trusted you." Ezra snarled. "I can't BELIEVE I trusted you with this."
"You had to have HELP Ezra!" Daisy screamed at him, abandoing her plan of sounding as cold as him.
"No, I didn't!" He yelled back, the ice in his eyes melting in the flame of anger.
"Yes you DID! What if you tried it AGAIN, and it WORKED!? What if you DIED next time?! I couldn't let you die!" Daisy continued to scream, all of her normal control gone. Of course, this was far from a normal situation, so one could understand how the normally seemingly emotionless young woman would scream at her best friend in public.
"WHY NOT?! If it's what I wanted?!" Ezra snarled, his upper lip curling slight.
"WHY NOT!? WHY NOT?! BECAUSE, I LOVE YOU TO MUCH, DAMNIT!" Daisy cried, moving until she was standing nearly nose to nose with him.
Ezra just shook his head, and turned and stompped away, leaving Daisy standing alone in front of Peter's office, tears threatening to spill down her cheeks once more.
"Ezra..." She whispered as he stormed away from her, leaving her alone once more.
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Daisy didn't see him for the rest of the day. He skipped all the cleasses they has together, and even avoided dinner. She desperately wanted to apoligize for what she had done, even if was for his own good. But how was she suppose to do that if she couldn't find him?
"Has anybody seen Ezra?" Juliette asked at dinner, looking around at the rest of the Cliffhangers.
"No."
"Nope."
"Not since breakfast."
"Not me."
Daisy didn't say anything at all, just stared down at her food and wished she was was anywhere else. Shelby caught her expression and poked her in the shoulder. Daisy looked at her out of the corner of her eye, and shook her head in reply to the silent question Shelby asked her.
"Have you seen Ezra, Daisy?" Juliette asked, perky as ever and oblivious to the slight exchange between her two roommates.
"I didn't realize it was my day to keep up with him." Daisy snapped, true venom in her voice. Suddenly feeling clusterphobic, the girl grabbed her tray and left. Her friends watched her in amazement, wondering what was going on with her.
"What I say?" Jules asked, looking at Auggie in wonderment.
"The wrong thing, as usual." Shelby snapped back, watching her best firend with worried eyes.
"Think that's got anything to do with EZ's been all day?" Auggie wondered out loud.
Juliette pulled her lips to the side for a minute, deep in thought. Then her feautres cleared, and she suggested, "Maybe they broke up."
"They couldn't have broken up, because they WEREN'T TOGETHER, Princess." Shelby reminded her, rolling her eyes.
"Well, then maybe they had a fight." Juliette tried again, making a face at Shelby.
"About what? Those two seem to agree on just about everything." Scott wondered out loud.
"Not everything." Shelby reasoned.
"Pretty close." Auggie disagreed.
"Whatever. Why are we so interested? Will figure it out when one of them tells us." Shelby ended the conversation, not wanting to talk about one of her only friend's behind her back. Shrugging, the rest of them went back to eating.
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Ezra sat on his bed, his copy of Macbeth in his hands. He stared at the red lettering on the cover, until they blurred together, and looked like bloodstains. He gagged mentally at the pictured, putting the book down and turning to look at the letter he was writing to Lexie. It was the one that he had started last night.
Dear Lexie,
Well, I told someone...
"But then she betrayed me by telling Peter." Ezra finished the sentence out loud, wondering if he should write it down.
Shrugging, he did so, knowing that he'd eventually wind up telling her anyway. He always did---she was the only person in the world that knew absloutely everything about him. No one, not even Peter knew some of the stuff that she did.
I feel like Daisy betrayed me--she told Peter, and I begged her not to. It's like it didn't matter what I wanted--she told him anyway. Maybe I shouldn't have trusted her with it--she didn't take it as well as I thought she was gonna. She actually CRIED. I've never seen her do that before. Maybe I should be touched or honored or something. I think she's only cried once before since she's been up here. Okay, now I just feel bad. Life completely sucks, doesn't it Lex? No, don't worry, I'm not gonna DO anything about life sucking in the life ending way. You were right, there's stuff I would miss to much. You're the top of the list. And, damnit, Daisy is probably pretty close. How can I still care so much about her, even though she betrayed me? Got anything to say on that subject? As usual? LOL---You know that I love you. Gotta get going though. Write me back soon with you're illustirous answer.
Love always,
Ezra
Scanning the letter, he nodded, and stuck it in the addressed and stamped envelop sitting next to his bed. The handwriting was his own--Lexie habiutally sent him stacks of envelops stamped and adressed to him, so he wouldn't have any "excuses" for not writing to her. He smiled at the thought of his insane best friend, and turned to look at the picture of her he kept on his bedside.
Her large brown eyes and bright smile shone at him from the picture, her white tank top in sharp contrast to her smooth chocolate colored skin. A gold chain hung around her neck, and the golden wedding band that was on the end was in plain slight, gleaming off her shirt.
Ezra reached under his shirt and pulled out the matching gold band and heavier gold chain that he always wore, even though Peter didn't allow jewerly. He kept it out of sight, and hoped that no one ever noticed it--the chain was too important to him take off.
The bands had belonged to Lexie's great-granparents. They were only pair of honest to God soulmates that Ezra had ever meet. Since the day that they had met in 1914, they had never been apart more then a day, even dying within minutes of each other, just three years ago. Maria had given her band to her youngest granddaughter, and asked her to wear it to remember them by. To Ezra's susrpise, Alonzo had given his to him, and asked him to protect his granddaughter.
Rejecting the idea of wearing the bands, Ezra and Lexie instead had hung them around their necks to remind them that true love did last. Both of their parents had been in the process of divorcing, so it was a needful reminder.
Ezra fingered the golden circle thoughtful, his nimble fingers finding the inscription. Amore Toujour. Love Always.
Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Ezra stood up and left the dorm room, headed for the school's "post office" to mail his letter.
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The next few days passed in a similar manner then the first day for Ezra and Daisy. He avoided her when possible, ingored her when impossible, and was continually called into Peter's office for long sessions each day.
Daisy was at the end of her rope. How was she suppose to apoligize to her friend if he wouldn't even look at her? The stress was beginning to get to her. Her schoolwork suffered, she didn't eat as much as she should, and sleep was something that refused to come.
The girl was sitting in the lodge, her head in her hands, reflecting on all of this. Why was she letting all of this get to her the way it was? Her mother's DEATH hadn't even gotten to her this bad. What was worse was that Juliette thought she had a broken heart, and then proceeded to tell everyone about it, weither she was right or not.
Hell, she didn't know. Maybe she DID have a broken heart. She knew that it hurt like hell, because Ezra refused to talk to her. Maybe that's what it was like to have a broken heart. She wouldn't know. She'd never had the ailment.
"Daisy?" Scott's voice shook her out of her thoughts. She glared up at him, wondering what he wanted. At least she didn't have to worry about him trying to 'consul' her, the way that Kate and Juliette had wanted to. "You alright?" Okay, so maybe she did.
"Fine." Daisy waved her hand, trying to get him to leave her alone.
"You're not a good a lier as Shelby is." Scott noted absently, watching her with his arms crossed over his chest.
"Shut up." Daisy mumbled, looking down at her lap and hoping that he take the hint and leave her alone.
"Ezra still not talkin' to ya?" Scott asked, as if he didn't know.
"Are you TRYING to rub it in?" The girl snapped, looking at him with fire in her eyes.
"I guess that's a no?" The young man asked, sitting down next to her on the couch. Daisy glared at him, trying to make him leave her alone. He just smirked, and crossed his arms over his chest. "Look, I've been there, okay?" The smile faded off his face. "I know it's hard. But you just gotta keep at him. He'll forgive you eventually. Like Shelby did with me."
Daisy blinked, and looked over at him. He looked serious enough, but he was a good actor. "You're serious?"
"Yeah, I am. If you care about him enough, and try hard enough, you'll eventually get through to him. Though it's not exactly gonna be easy. What did you do anyway?" Scott couldn't keep the curiosity out of his voice.
"Nothin." Daisy told him softly, turnng away from him. Scott rolled his eyes and stood up, leaving Daisy alone with her thoughts.
TBC...