Part 5
"Maybe someone should just ask her to turn it down," Lina said, closing her eyes.
Yanna stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep her temper in check. Ara's loud dance music had been driving them nuts all evening. Malachite hadn't come home yet, and no one seemed to have any ideas where he was.
"What's her deal, anyway?" Linda turned up the volume on the TV,
Yanna shrugged. "Don't know. She freaked when she heard Malachite's name." She was completely aware of Malachite's past, knew he hadn't always been the good guy, he'd been one of worst. And of he could accept her and make a turn around, then that was satisfying enough for her.
"I told you, he had a hissy-fit last night when he heard." Linda looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder what he did to her."
"Maybe it was something *she* did to him," Yanna snapped, standing up and stalking off to the kitchen where she began loading up the dishwasher.
She didn't know why every time something was wrong, Lina never hesitated in blaming Malachite first. It wasn't fair, he was doing his best. Unfortunately, reputation seemed to have a habit of showing up where it wasn't welcome.
Where *was* he? Why couldn't he be there so she could talk to him?
"Jesus, what the hell is that racket?"
She closed the dishwasher and put it on, turning to face Malachite. "Our new housemate. She's not too pleased with you." She folded her arms. With her fluffy blondness she probably didn't look demanding in the slightest. She hoped he could sense her need to know about this one.
Malachite winced, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ugh. She just - we never - we never really got alone too well." He turned and hurried up the stairs.
"What's going on?" Sivan finally decided to grace them all with his presence.
"Malachite has issues with the new girl Ara."
Sivan shrugged carelessly. "So they'll have to work something out. Maybe you should just leave this one to them." He headed into the lounge.
Yanna wanted to hit something in frustration. She was Malachite's *soulmate*. She had to know if Ara was going to be a problem. But who could help her?
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"Maybe someone should just ask her to turn it down," Lina said, closing her eyes.
Yanna stared up at the ceiling, trying to keep her temper in check. Ara's loud dance music had been driving them nuts all evening. Malachite hadn't come home yet, and no one seemed to have any ideas where he was.
"What's her deal, anyway?" Linda turned up the volume on the TV,
Yanna shrugged. "Don't know. She freaked when she heard Malachite's name." She was completely aware of Malachite's past, knew he hadn't always been the good guy, he'd been one of worst. And of he could accept her and make a turn around, then that was satisfying enough for her.
"I told you, he had a hissy-fit last night when he heard." Linda looked up at the ceiling. "I wonder what he did to her."
"Maybe it was something *she* did to him," Yanna snapped, standing up and stalking off to the kitchen where she began loading up the dishwasher.
She didn't know why every time something was wrong, Lina never hesitated in blaming Malachite first. It wasn't fair, he was doing his best. Unfortunately, reputation seemed to have a habit of showing up where it wasn't welcome.
Where *was* he? Why couldn't he be there so she could talk to him?
"Jesus, what the hell is that racket?"
She closed the dishwasher and put it on, turning to face Malachite. "Our new housemate. She's not too pleased with you." She folded her arms. With her fluffy blondness she probably didn't look demanding in the slightest. She hoped he could sense her need to know about this one.
Malachite winced, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Ugh. She just - we never - we never really got alone too well." He turned and hurried up the stairs.
"What's going on?" Sivan finally decided to grace them all with his presence.
"Malachite has issues with the new girl Ara."
Sivan shrugged carelessly. "So they'll have to work something out. Maybe you should just leave this one to them." He headed into the lounge.
Yanna wanted to hit something in frustration. She was Malachite's *soulmate*. She had to know if Ara was going to be a problem. But who could help her?
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