Talking to yourself? It took a second for Anthony to realize what she meant, but after he did he laughed sheepishly, more at himself than anything else. He was happy to take Aimeeâs arm in his, but shrugged a little and turned his eyes to the floor, not because he was worried about her powers but because the touch of another person was quite unfamiliar. No matter how close they were and how much Carr trusted Aimee, he was still really timid, thought so much more open and relaxed around her. The commentary on his drawings only made him further concentrate his gaze on his feet, kicking the nothing in front of him as if it was a small rock, and blush very slightly. As his friend of many years, it was obvious Aimee should know Carr spent most of his time writing or drawing in his room, which were things he absolutely adored, but really wasnât - or at least so he thought - very good at. âNah, not really. Just some doodles. I was trying toâŠâ he paused for a moment, uncertain of how to say it. âI was trying to draw the bonfire, but I havenât gone to that since I was a kid. Itâs tonight.â
He didnât really know what he meant by that obvious statement, but of course if he did decide to go through with attending, he couldnât go alone. Now that he thought about it, Erin would probably be going with Lane, so it was best if Aimee was there to stick with him. It wasnât that he didnât like Lane, really, but she was basically a stranger and⊠Anthony does not do well with strangers. At all.
As they entered the cafeteria, both him and Aimee came to a stop, observing the ongoing commotion. Although they did not make it in time for the actual spectacle, they walked in just as Lane left, passing by them like a bullet on her way out. Nina and Sterling, discussing mysteriously at the Influentials table, a tense aura of enmity and challenge hovering around the two. A shiver runs down the boyâs spine as he tenses up his arm, walking a little closer to Aimee, almost like she could shield him from some invisible evil. This were the only times he felt a certain kind of bitter happiness for being invisible. At least, this way they couldnât hurt him like that.
âPoor Laneâ his voice was almost a whisper, as if Nina, who he had been staring at for quite a while now, could hear his words. âI hope she isnât hurt or anything."
Becky feared mornings like some people fear illness, so whenever she could, she decided do skip them all together. During summer, breakfast wasnât even an option in her eyes. As most people entered the cafeteria and checked the lunch menu, Becky lazily opened her eyeliner adorned eyes and stretched gracefully under the white covers of her bed. She had been awoken by the discrete, cheerful ding of her iphone, but she didnât feel like checking on that right away. It didnât take her too long to stand up, raising her arms high above her head with a peaceful sigh and head directly to the nearest mirror, which she did every morning. Her makeup from the previous day was still semi intact on her face, and she winced a bit before putting her hair back on a loose ponytail. She proceeded to calmly perform her daily ritual, which consisting of washing her face with expensive, imported soap, exfoliate lightly the skin, hydrate it, along with her lips and, at last, apply a thin layer of peachy gloss and brown mascara. Brushing her light gold strands of hair was the last step; she loved running her hands through it while she checked her appearance in the mirror. This was as close to perfection as she could get, and everything about her just seems to glow. Dresses in medium dusty rose heels, a high waisted black skirt and baby pink blouse that contoured her slender figure, she was the vision of a classic barbie doll, impossibly polished and baring a soft, bright beauty that contrasted with the strangely disconnected gleam in her eyes. After she had made sure everything was on place, she turned to her phone at last.
Howâs Nina doing? Always a pleasure, love. Donât forget to keep in touch this summer
Torn between amused and frustrated, she read the text again and again. Nina, Nina, Nina. It was always anyone wanted to know or talk about. Honestly, she was fond of Nina. She admired her charisma, talent and beauty, of course, as everyone did, and didnât really disapprove much of her treatment of others, although she found her a little conceited. All in all, Rebecca probably liked Nina more than most people did. But this wasnât personal. The thing is, anyone in Ninaâs place would hold a bit of Rebeccaâs annoyance. As a selected servant, Becky had no complains towards her Queenâs reign, except that she could do it so much better. It was common for Becky to just sit and imagine how much better off everyone would be if it was the other way around. Becky ruling, and everyone else, including Nina, obeying. With a deep sigh of deception - on everyone else, really - she read the text once more. Keevan amused her. Silly little man.
Not even a good morning, sugar? Stay tuned, bet you Iâll have something delicious by the end of the day.
Becky left the room. For whatever reason, she felt good today. She felt powerful.