Schuyler-
My heart ached now. Permanently, it seemed. I sat on my bed, back in my familiar room at home. Not the mansion on 5th avenue, home of the Forces, but in my home on Riverside Drive. I closed my eyes and remembered Jack. Those tender moments when we would meet in secret, the stolen glances and shared smiles. I also remembered when I'd had to dump him, saying that I loved Oliver, not him. I remembered how hurt he had looked, the anger and confusion in his eyes as he looked at me. Then, I remembered Mimi. I couldn't let Jack see past my fabric of lies that I'd woven, couldn't let him see that I still loved him, loved him so much I thought my heart would burst, and would love him until the day I died.
Jack-
Guilt. Sadness. Confusion. Loneliness. All were blended together and swirled around my head until I couldn't separate them anymore. Guilt, because I had only hurt those whom I had loved. Mimi loved me, I knew, and I couldn't love her back the way that she deserved, that she needed, to be loved especially since I had found Schuyler. I felt guilt with Schuyler, because I had stayed with Mimi while having an affair with Schuyler, and maybe she wouldn't have turned to Oliver for love. Her conduit and familiar for God's sake! Rage tore through me, my eyes popping open for the first time since I had started thinking about this horrible turn of events. I saw my room, decorated by Trinity, which conformed to the current fashions perfectly. The huge king-sized black platform bed that I was currently laying on, the unblemished white walls, the black dresser, and the glass-and-stainless-steel nightstands. It looked like a freaking Ethan Allen showcase. My alarm clock decided to go off then, reminding me that it was time to go to school, where I would have to face Schuyler and Oliver for the first time since the break-up that technically wasn't a break-up since Schuyler and I technically hadn't been together.
Oliver-
I was walking through the halls of Duchesne when I spotted Schuyler. She was walking toward her locker.
"Hi," I said walking quickly up to her and putting my right arm around her shoulders.
"Hey, Ollie. Worried about that presentation in history yet?" she asked, smiling. She knew that I had been working on it all weekend.
I looked at her carefully, she was acting pretty normal, but something seemed wrong. I decided to act normally and observe her behavior thruought the day.
"Of course not. It'll be a breeze"
The warning bell sounded.
"Got to go, Ollie. I've got Ms. Neal and she'll kill me if I'm late. See you later, 'kay?"
"'Kay. Bye, Sky."
I watched her weave through the crowd, slowly disappearing from sight.