NEW CHAPTER! I know isn't it just so exiting? Well it is for me anyway - I'm in such a good mood.
Thank you to everybody who reviewed my last chapter, it means a lot! :)
Also, thank BeCourageous for reminding me how long it'd been since an update and I'm sorry that I didn't update sooner. Hope you like it (p.s I only own the plot and oc's, sadly I do not own TMI or TLoTR or Mordor for that matter - although that would be pretty cool).
Five hours of Law classes down and I'm already wanting to run down into the depths of Mordor - yes, I have read The Lord of The Rings. M-Magnus had a lot of mundane books that I stumbled upon in his flat. I kept some books of his actually, I put them at the institute when we were together. I doubt he'll ask for them back now though. Anyway, I would rather travel into the heart of Mordor than have another lesson sat there. Doesn't that say something? Usually I'd jump at the chance to be near Magnus, but when he can't stand the sight of me it becomes rather depressing.
I'm walking to my place alone today. After the constant terror of crowds in the halls between rooms and the persistent nattering of Beth telling me who she thinks would be suitable for me to 'go out with', I need some time to myself. The deserted streets on the way back to the apartment is the perfect spot to think.
Not once has Magnus talked to me. I've caught him glancing at me out of the corner of his eye a couple of times but apart from that he's been ignoring me. When he found out we had to do a paired asignment together for the next month (in the worst subject invented) he groaned under his breath and glared at the teacher with such ferocity that I thought Sir would melt. Needless to say it hurt to know Magnus didn't want to work with me.
I don't know what to feel. I still love Magnus but I have an incling his hatred for me hasn't waned. I never expected it to but when we met again I had a tiny glimmer of hope. Well, that got crushed quickly. And then there's Matthew... Who I feel guilty for even thinking about, I can't like him. It's not fair to like him because I will still always love Magnus. Besides I don't know which 'team' he goes for.
Matthew knows I don't like that particular class and tries to question me about why. He's always telling me to 'Cheer the f*** up.' or asking, 'Why is it that you hate Law so much? I mean why did you take it then?' trust him to think I chose this out of my own free will!
I never take the time to answer him properly - usually it involves a half hearted shrug and I find myself looking down at the floor. I don't want to talk about anything connected with the past. Especially part of my past involving a certain warlock, name beginning with M. I think you can guess who. A warlock who I tried and failed miserably every single day to get out of my mind.
Suddenly I'm brought out of my trance by an arm waving in my face. An arm that belongs to none other than the waitress Caterina! I'm stunned, how can she talk to me when her relative was the one who manipulated me? Don't be too hard on her... A small voice in my head says. She probably has no idea what that bitch Camille did to you and Magnus. I haven't seen her in at ten days and she has no idea why. I kept avoiding that café at all costs but I knew it would be inevitable to meet her again. There was only a matter of time - particularly when you forget and walk down the café street without watching where you're going, like just then for instance. I didn't want to confront the fact that she was a Belcourt,
"Alec?" Once again I'd been going off into a dreamland thinking about what Magnus and I had in the past. I was wishing I could go back and change my decisions - how many times do I wish that in a week? Too many, Alec. Too many. I answer my own question (even better, I respond to the question in third person. I must be going crazy).
"You." I manage to utter before the anger that was threatening to take over becomes overwhelming and I start to vent my frustration at her. "Why are you here? How do you dare come here and speak to me? Do you know what Camille did? She... She made me lose..." I trail off. Caterina doesn't need to know this. Hell, she probably doesn't care and I most definitely should not be saying any of this to her; especially she being who she is. There's just something about her that makes me feel compelled to tell her.
"What? What did my stupid sister do this time? It's always me who gets the blame." Her tone sounds icy as if she isn't fond of talking about Camille - although I'm sure I wasn't meant to catch the last part. I just fix my gaze over her shoulder determined not to look vulnerable at the thought of Magnus and my obscene amount of regrets. Caterina must notice my expression and immediately her hardened face softens. "You said she made you lose something. What was it?" Her voice is much warmer now, more kind and understanding towards me. It's an improvement on the bitter sounding voice but even so I don't want any sort of sympathy. Not after what I'd done. I ruined our whole lives by running off to Camille and believing every lie she fed me.
Whoo! Chapter seven is finished. Thanks for reading, I sincerely hope you liked it. We'll see if I can update chapter eight any quicker - though I do doubt my ability in remembering things. Review if you want to because I love (lets face it who doesn't) reading any comments you as readers and fellow authors have.
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