The next two weeks were a fiasco. To say that Cynn avoided Reid would be assuming that she acknowledged his existence. No. Quite simply he was not there. Any space he occupied was empty, anything voiced by him was air and nothing more. He just didn't scan on her radar, and it pissed him off to no end. Being ignored and avoided he could deal with because to avoid someone they had to be there. Nope, Reid simply fell off the face of the planet as far as Cynn was concerned, despite the fact that he practically sat next to her in at least two of her classes.
That wasn't even the half of it though. Not only had Reid fallen out of Cynn's good graces, it seemed that the entire clan and those closely associated, although still in existence, were tolerated, barely. Mostly Cynn didn't make eye contact, didn't address, didn't even invoke the knowledge of association with any of them unless it was outright rude.
That would be the complete half of it. The rest was that Cynn had doubled in everything. Suddenly the previous version seemed a blessing, a toned down clone of the walking natural disaster that went by the name of Cynthara.
It was as if she was making it very very clear to the family, to the school, to the world around her that she was not connected to the Sons of Ipswich. She just wasn't one of them and she made it quite obvious with all that she was.
She still followed the rules. Barely. The threat of military school still held it's sway in some small portion.
The school uniform was modified; bracelets, charms, pins, accessories in artistic abundance to turn what was once respectable attire to a walking advertisement for punk culture. Suddenly her once acceptably small ear tunnels grew and grew again in quick succession leaving her lobes red but her smile accomplished.
He attitude swelled and overran the entire floor she slept on. Sending girls scurrying for cover. This lead to a constantly vacant shower but also a few trips to the Provost's office due to a total of three fights in various degrees of violence ranging from simple insults to a broken nose.
Cynn was out of control and made it very very known as to how and why she was kicked out of any other school.
The only reason Spencer was keeping her, for now, was the generous donation her mother had made. That and to have one of the descendants of the school's founding families expelled simply did not sit well with, well anyone.
It didn't matter though because she was walking the line and made it evident that crossing it entirely wouldn't faze her in the least if the time came.
"Your cousin has lost her damn mind," Reid snarled after yet another cold brush off with the bitch in question. She hadn't even pretended to listen this time.
"You know that you are to blame right. If you had just left it all alone, I mean did you really have to make her past your business?"
"I was curious." Reid snapped back without glancing at his roommate. He still had her CD. Still looked through the booklet now and again to see her smiling. Another time, another life, another Cynn.
"Curiosity killed the cat," Tyler replied.
"So I've been told."
"Just give her back the CD. I mean don't talk to her or anything just hand it back. She will have to acknowledge you and it breaks the tension. Think of it as a peace offering."
Reid pondered for a moment before resolving that it was something probably best left until morning.
Everything would be better in the morning. Not like it could get much worse.
Surprisingly he was right. It wasn't as if she had any intention of flying at his face in a savage frenzy.
"Can I at least give this back to you?" He asked holding out the disc case at the start of the morning break.
"Might as well since it's mine," she responded taking it from him far more calmly then what he'd prepared himself for.
"Ah…yeah…so…you were in a band…" he said kind of at a loss as to home to continue the conversation.
"Not really I'm just in the pictures."
"Really!"
Her expression was blank and once again he felt his intelligence appraised.
"Is there anything else you need to say here?" She asked coolly resting her books on her hip.
"Yeah can you tone it down a little? People think you are crazy."
To his surprise she laughed and gave that all too innocent smile.
"So that's it?" Reid questioned tentatively.
Her eyes flashed suddenly, "Don't touch my shit."
Reid held up his hands, "Lesson learned. Although you are kind of hot when you're angry."
"Keep it up and I can turn it cold again."
"Is there anything I can do to call piece here?"
"No not really. It doesn't matter anyways I only have a month left here anyways."
Reid felt his chest tighten, "What do you mean a month? It is still like the start of the year."
"I turn 18 next month."
Reid blinked, "You really plan on leaving."
Her eyes softened a fraction, "I never gave you cause to think otherwise."
"I guess not," he shrugged breaking eye contact to check the open classroom door.
"Don't sound so upset about it," she stepped closer, "in fact it kind of helps your situation."
"How?" He suddenly became very aware that they were standing in an empty classroom.
She curled her hand into his hair, "I hate regrets and there is nothing I regret more then not doing what I need to do to get what I want. As much as you pissed me off my hormones still seem to think you are something I need to work out. You won't get into my room again."
"Fair enough."
"Not nearly. You get me for a month Reid. First rule, don't ask me to stay longer."