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Bucky gave another little shrug. He had a feeling there was more to the story than what she was telling him, but it wasn’t any of his business. “So don’t,” he said. “If you need me to, I’ll write you a note or something. I may not be the most popular teacher, but the occupation carries some weight.”

“You may not be the most popular, but I like you.” Cassia said, looking at him. “I was gonna take this weekend to practise some stuff anyway.” She explained, fiddling with her fingers. “I thought it’d be better if I did that. I’d rather try and have some control over my powers than set random shit on fire like usual.”

Dylan laughed, a harsh bark that almost hurt to choke out. Their fists clenched, electricity crackling just beneath the surface, it took every bit of restraint they had not to snap. She didn’t get to do this. She didn’t get to tear them down and then walk away. Not again. She’d done it once, and back then they’d ran. This time, they weren’t leaving. 

“Are they? It all looks the same to me. You’re still in front of me, insisting you feel nothing, and walking away. Nothing changed at all.” Venom dripped from every word, not daring to get any louder, should someone else hear. They just didn’t get it. They thought they’d done everything, right, thought things had been fine, only for her to rip the rug right out from under them. “You don’t want me with you, but you don’t want me with anyone else. How miserable do I have to be to make you happy?”

The soon turned on her heels and looked back at Dylan, a dark look in her eye. Her skin had heated up like it usually did when she felt an emotional particularly strong. Don’t think about how hot they look when they’re mad, you’re also trying to be mad at them, she thought to herself. She took a few steps forward so she was even closer to them. “First of all, you don’t get to shoot your mouth around about how I feel, or what I want.”

“Secondly, yes. Things are different. Do you see my dad walking around here? That I’m being policed by family members? No. So that’s one mark against how things are different.” The brunette added. “You don’t know how many times at home I would have to lock myself in my room and cry my eyes out about how much I didn’t want to leave you. I had to lie to my family every day about what was going on. That wasn’t your fault. It was mine. I should’ve been adult about the whole thing and told them what was really going on, but I didn’t. Because of what happened with my dad and my brother, I -- I didn’t want that happening again. Yes, it was selfish. But fuck... It hurt so much. “I don’t want you to be miserable at all, what even?” Cassia asked rhetorically. “When you upped and left, Dad saw how bad I was getting and sent me away. While I was gone. I tried desperately to find you, or have some sort of contact with you. I think I pissed everyone off there by the amount of times I’d asked if they found any sort of way yet. Everytime I was left with a ‘no’, it made me try ten times harder.” She explained, tears spilling from her eyes as she made blunt eye contact with the other. “So finally, if that, Dylan, is me not caring and me not wanting you, then I don’t know what is.”

If this was one of the stupid romance movies dylan would never admit to being enamored by, this would be the falling action –the rising action had been their relationship, the climax the breakup and their subsequent departure– and it would end with the two of them together again, laughing at the fact that they’d ever been apart. This would be where Dylan looked at her, love and pain and longing in their eyes, and told her replacing her was impossible. 

But this was real life, and in real life, Dylan only rolled their eyes. “It’s not healthy to want what you can’t have.” Except, she could. Have them. If she wanted them. But she’d made it clear she didn’t. Had said couldn’t, but meant didn’t. 

Cassia went to say something, but stopped herself. It took her a good few moments to muster up something else in her head. “And who said that’s the case? Because that seems very one sided if you ask me.” The brunette replied, folding her arms defensively across her chest. The memories of all those sleepless nights came flooding back. The nights she’d wake up crying because she’d missed Dylan, and her dreams were taunting her with possibilities of what could’ve been if they’d made it work.

She missed what they had so much. After seeing how Logan was with Avery, Cassia didn’t want to have a similar experience. She was a peacemaker, but letting Dylan go was the hardest thing she had to do. She still loved them. “Things are different now, Dylan.” She said to them, furrowing her brows soon after she had spoke. “But if you have that mindset then whatever.” The girl added, her tone sounding more harsh than intended. She turned on her heels and went to walk away - physically feeling her heart ache.

“I don’t think it’s compulsory, but it’s high recommended that we go.” Dante’s phone spoke as the girl stood in front of Cassia, holding up two different swimsuits in front of herself. “What do you think? Pink or blue?”

“I’ll pass.” She sighed. Cassia laid back on the bed beneath her, staring up at the ceiling for a few moments. When she heard the electronic voice, she turned her head and looked at the blonde. “Uh, I dunno... Blue?”

“God, there really need to be, like, mutant Tinder or something. Nonhuman Tinder. More inclusive. And we all have to deal with humans making creepy remarks about us, so we should get our own apps. Electrokinesis isn’t sexy, Chad, I’ll fuckin’ zap you.” Pausing their rant, Dylan looked up at the other, finally acknowledging that they might have wanted something. “Anyway, what?”

          cassia needed to be alone. however, she couldn’t really get that with people being everywhere. the brunette carted her slender fingers through her mess of curls and sighed as she hurriedly walked. she overheard someone talking and she stopped in her tracks, turning to face them. “replacing me, huh?” cass asked them rhetorically, not really realising that damn, she got jealous so quickly. the words that came from her stung as waves of jealousy washed over her. her skin was actually boiling to the touch. 

Bucky shrugged. “I’m not going,” he said. “But it might be different for teachers. They have plenty of chaperones.” He looked over at her. “Are you sick or just nervous about something?”

          the brunette nodded then looked down at her feet. she brought a had up to rub at her forearm, a nervous habit she had. however, she quickly pulled it away when she felt the blistered skin underneath her jacket begin to hurt. “i -- i just really don’t want to go.”