Part 10
The following morning Ara was up early. She was hoping she could avoid the rest of the housemates by being out before them. She was supposed to be transferring to their high school and really wasn't looking forward to it.
The whole point of this thing she told herself as she brushed her hair, is so that you settle down. Stop acting like such a drama queen!
It was all very well to yell at herself and try to get that thought fixed into her mind, actually acting on it was harder than she had imagined.
Ara smoothed down the front of her short sleeved pale yellow top and picked up her book bag. Okay, she'd at least /try/ and make an effort to be nice.
She left her room, pondering what Sivan had said the other night, It was tempting, very tempting, she thought. She smirked as she headed into the kitchen. It would only work if Malachite and Yanna were actually close. What would be the point of killing the kitchen to teach him a lesson if he hated her? That wouldn't earn her any points with anyone.
"Crap."
"Just what I want to hear first thing in the morning."
Ara had opened the door to the kitchen only to find Malachite watching the toaster. He glanced at her, and wouldn't look at her again.
"That's /it/?" she demanded, angry again. So much for trying to stay calm and be nice.
Malachite shrugged as his toast popped up. He took it out the toaster and began spreading chocolate paste on it. "What were you expecting?"
He was still as unbelievable as ever. He was acting like /nothing/ had ever happened between them. "An apology would be a good place to start."
"Sorry." He bit into his toast. "Can't you just forget about it and move on?"
"/Forget/? You're crazy." She stalked off, slamming the door behind her. Outside in the cool morning air she didn't feel much better. Who cared whether or not she made new friends? All that mattered to her now was making sure those idiots knew just what Malachite Blackthorn really was, and got what he deserved.
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The following morning Ara was up early. She was hoping she could avoid the rest of the housemates by being out before them. She was supposed to be transferring to their high school and really wasn't looking forward to it.
The whole point of this thing she told herself as she brushed her hair, is so that you settle down. Stop acting like such a drama queen!
It was all very well to yell at herself and try to get that thought fixed into her mind, actually acting on it was harder than she had imagined.
Ara smoothed down the front of her short sleeved pale yellow top and picked up her book bag. Okay, she'd at least /try/ and make an effort to be nice.
She left her room, pondering what Sivan had said the other night, It was tempting, very tempting, she thought. She smirked as she headed into the kitchen. It would only work if Malachite and Yanna were actually close. What would be the point of killing the kitchen to teach him a lesson if he hated her? That wouldn't earn her any points with anyone.
"Crap."
"Just what I want to hear first thing in the morning."
Ara had opened the door to the kitchen only to find Malachite watching the toaster. He glanced at her, and wouldn't look at her again.
"That's /it/?" she demanded, angry again. So much for trying to stay calm and be nice.
Malachite shrugged as his toast popped up. He took it out the toaster and began spreading chocolate paste on it. "What were you expecting?"
He was still as unbelievable as ever. He was acting like /nothing/ had ever happened between them. "An apology would be a good place to start."
"Sorry." He bit into his toast. "Can't you just forget about it and move on?"
"/Forget/? You're crazy." She stalked off, slamming the door behind her. Outside in the cool morning air she didn't feel much better. Who cared whether or not she made new friends? All that mattered to her now was making sure those idiots knew just what Malachite Blackthorn really was, and got what he deserved.
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