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"Gothica""Death? That's all I say?" I ask bluntly. Alice shrugged.
"I think that's all goth's say? I don't know" I raise an eyebrow.
"So I just stand in a corner wearing all black, with my head down saying death" I say frankly.
"And you have to listen to heavy metal, and hard rock" she replied to my sceptical expression.
I look confused. "What's that?"
"Genres of music" I don't think so! I know my music!
"Never heard of it" I inform them.
"It's like all these people yelling and screaming really loud with electric guitar and drums in the background, n stuff like that" How…… loud.
"And the songs are like about being depressed, suicide, killing and dieing" Sound's scary.
"It doesn't sound very pleasant."
"It's not supposed to be, it's a style for dysfunctional teenagers" Teenagers these days. :sighs:
"Oh, ok"
"Are you going to be able to pull this off Oliver?" Julie asked, raising her head above the huge bowl of popcorn…. I didn't even know bowls came in that size.
"Will it get his attention?" I ask anxiously scratching my chin.
"….yes, yes it will. He won't know what hit him" Hit him? A baseball bat?
"Then, yes I will!" I answer with fake conviction. But why am I hitting him with a baseball bat?
Ok…. I've got the black clothes, the pale make up, the bad music, the scary dialog and the baseball bat. Ooooo here he comes. :runs inelegantly to stand in a dark corner:
Enrique sits at the kitchen table, not having noticing me, and begins eating a tomato sauce sandwich. Ewwwwwww. To get his attention a fumble with the chains on my pants, he glances over briefly, and then back to the sandwich, and then back to me again. His mouth gaping sandwich at his lips.
"Oliver….." He breathed. I didn't move from my spot, just lifted my head so he could see my glare.
"Death…" I say harshly. He squints at me, studying my new 'look'.
"What's going on Oliver?" He asked placing down his sandwich.
"….death…." I repeat dully. His eyes brightened abruptly.
"Oh I get it, this is some ploy to get my attention" He rolls his eyes. "Oliver it's not going to work. Just move on" My mouth gapes and my eyes are frozen wide. Finally I speak.
"So that's it? Like that, your just going to throw away what we had?" I almost yell. He looks thoughtful, so I continue. " What? Was I just some good lay to you? So I meant nothing!" He looked hurt.
"No of course not….." He defends. I relax slightly. "You weren't really that good" I glare. That was not nice, not nice at all. And you know what, he even has the balls to grin, grin his annoying little 'I thin I'm so much better cause I have stupid blond hair' grin. You know the one I'm talking about.
With merely a moments hesitation I leave the room. Not even glancing back to see if he cares.
I'm a bit more relaxed now. Not quite so angry. Pacing my art hallway always seems to relax me. Turning for my 57 lap of the corridor I spot another being at the end of it. Enrique. We stand and stare. Like two opponents in a western duel. Both willing the other to make to the first move. He glances at the portrait to his right. He wouldn't. He lifts his hand to the corner. I glare, all my anger flowing through eyes. With a steady finger he pushes the painting off centre. I feel all the blood in my body rushing to my stomach. Suddenly I feel faint. He keeps pushing. Oh my god! He surpassed the 17 degree mark. It was him! Salvatore! He stops. Grins. And strides away. Barstard!
This. Is. WAR!
Sorry, so short. Ill make the next chappie longer. Cya then!
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