wrong crowd

Nodding, Elijah opened the container. “Honestly, everyone wants to hate on cafeteria food but I can’t complain.”

The scent of beef stew filled the air around them, and Elijah decided to offer some over to Gabe, who’d likely been pouring over his books all day. Pushing the container forward and grabbing one of the spoons he kept in his “today I’m stealing from the Dining Hall” bag. The drawstring bag was frequently used by the tall brunette to snag cups and utensils as needed, today was a bowl and 4 of each utensil. 

Gabriel couldn’t help but nod at Elijah’s words. He knew very well how the whole deal with school kids hating on cafeteria food went, he’d been watching it all his life. In truth he’d always been envious of those who could buy their own lunch. He didn’t have lunch before he started earning his own money at the age of sixteen. Gabriel shook his head. “Not here begging for food, go ahead- If I get hungry I’ll go pick up something myself.” Gabe gave a grateful smile to Elijah, before he more or less just inhailed the smell. He didn’t like to feel like a charity purpose, so he would always decline the offer of food. “So why are you here? I rarely see you outside the house.”

“I did, Gabe! That’s the thing. Look.” Claire took the test out of his hands, placing it down on the table before tracing the words with her manicured fingers. “Nowhere here does it say simplify. So what if you’re usually supposed to? God it’s not my fault he didn’t say we need to, so he shouldn’t deduct points.” The brunette took a moment to calm herself down, letting go of the test and reminding herself that this wasn’t Lucas’s fault, it was her professors. Honestly? She would have probably tanked this thing if it wasn’t for the help she received from the recluse sitting across from her. “Should I go talk to him?” She asked with a huff, giving him a small smiled; hoping that he’d take that as an apology for her behavior. “What are you reading? Something boring I bet.”

“You can go speak to him if you believe it will change your grade- If that one task helps you obtain a better grade.. I doubt it however.” Gabe gave a small sigh and smiled back at Claire. She was observant, she just didn’t seem to be able to concentrate directly when the test came. He knew very well that she understood a lot of the tasks she was given. He watched her break down the structures completely perfect and yet her results always seemed glum to the knowledge she knew. It was none of Gabriel’s business, but sometimes he thought there might be more to it. “Ah, of course you think I’m reading something boring.” Gabriel chuckled and bit his lower lip and turned to Claire. “Believe it or not, but history and whatever subject I need to read is more interesting than looking up the ceiling.”

A small smile came across Elijah’s face when Gabe noticed the screeching of the seat he’d pulled out. Plopping down in the chair with his own lunch,  a soup he’d picked up from the cafeteria,  and a heavy textbook, he replied to the familiar face: “Did I disturb you?”

Gabriel looked to find Elijah standing there. In truth, Gabriel didn’t know much about the guy, he knew he lived in the same house as him and that was about it? Maybe that was his own fault though, he rarely attended any interesting events or opened up to those on the sideline. “Yeah, thought I’d finally crack this geometry code-” Gabriel stopped and turned a little towards Elijah. He couldn’t deny it, that soup smelled good. “However that smell-” he pointed to the soup. “Made me hungry instead.” he said with a pathetic goofy smile. He was such a dork sometimes.

                            YOU’VE GOT A FRIEND IN ME: STARTER.

    Another night, another party; a room full of people to avoid. Nora wasn’t in the habit of seeing people as human, her life had taught her to look at them as potential risks. As anyone could imagine, it’d done wonders for her relationships. So rather than doing what most normal people did at parties, Nora slipped out of the room and the clicking of her heels accompanied her down the corridors. The female couldn’t say what she was looking for, or what she even planned to do but still she kept walking, eyes passing over the walls as she went. A year of her life had gone into this building already; was it worth it? What did she really know about the gravediggers? Why had she even said yes? Even now she couldn’t say why. Was it a need to belong somewhere? Another hang-up to thank dear ol’ dad for. In four years she stood the chance of being free, truly, completely free. She was tired of dedicating her life to things, to other people, to the family. Fuck the family. She had waited twenty years, another four wouldn’t hurt.

 Hearing a strange sound, the female stopped in her tracks, snapping back to reality. She sprang, tight like a cord, ready for anything. Or at least she hoped as she changed direction, heading toward the library. What the hell was that? The same soft thuds picked up and again, the female stopped. Punching? Moving something? A suspicious mind never stopped guessing. Slowly, the female lifted each foot and removed her shoes before continuing her way forward, one held with the heel pointing outward. It wouldn’t kill someone but it’d hurt enough to get the message across when it connected to the right places.

There was a party back at the house. Some of the house members had obviously decided to deny everyone their freedm of speech. Gabriel had been studying as usual. Sitting on his bed trying to ponder on how to ignore the noise outside his door. However, that silence didn’t last for long as someone came barging into the room, clothes halfway off and tongues everywhere. Gabriel had just frowned and felt like throwing up a little before he’d taken one of his books he knew he’d finish before the night and headed out.  The slow walk away from the house was liberating as sounds turned to mumbles and suddenly it was all gone. He loved that feeling, but at the same time he hated it. 

Gabe found a soccer ball as he headed over and as if he was a five year old, he picked it up and bounced it along side him with his book open. He ended up at the library of course and as he sat there reading, he bounced the ball a few times. Gabriel was lost in thought when he looked up and saw Nora with one shoe ready for attack and barefeet. He raised his eyebrows in suspicion and let the ball drop from his hand. “I have no idea what you are doing, but either you are very drunk or you just felt like feeling broken glass shards and beer underneath your toes?” Gabriel couldn’t help the small smile and closed his book. “You okay Nora?”

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Serenity rested in the morning of an approaching storm. Grey clouds covet the sky, the trees pleaded for their wash of dihydrogen oxide, streets leaked with the dryness and gravel that will guide those in fear of the clapping and laughing of what a storm can carry. Everything about the morning prior a storm captivated the nefarious Venice. Often on these forenoon, the brunette embraced herself to the scenery adding to the danger that will alert. Though, she also needed the lonesome.

With the recent news of Sylvia O’Neill, her mind did not slumber during the night passing twelve. Her eyes remained open, examining the truth that feathers behind such travesty. She felt no guilt. She felt no sadness. After all, she did not know of the girl. Just another lost soul who was reinforced for potential. It proves now that she held no justice since she could not simply survive the ritual all went through. What kept Venice up during the night was not knowing the whole story. Being accustomed to knowing all by being the vice, she felt cheated out. Pushed aside.

Twisting her fingers through the untamed mane above her head, the pale figure entered the mansion with silent steps. The city had forgotten her lighter inside, and she was in dying need of a cigarette. Smoking always eased her. Instead of finishing her route, she spotted a familiar body and a devious smile rose over her lips. Maybe this could be a better distraction. Bother the boy who seems to not want to be here. 

“Howdy, cowboy. How is my favorite lad in the house?” It was lie that slipped. Even the blind could see that Gabriel could not be her favorite from the bunch. Though, it does not hurt to speak of such sin. “Tell me you are not studying? What a bore you can be?” 

Most nights Gabriel didn’t go to sleep. Someone called it insomnia, he prefered to call it a side-effect of his own little happy trail of pills. Usually he sat in the corner of the window, reading a book or typing on a computer. He knew very well how the others in the house thought of him, how he was the weirdo who didn’t wish to get close to anyone or join in on the nightly fun. He wasn’t invited often either, but he didn’t care. 

It was interesting though, sitting up like this every night. Sometimes one of the girls would come down in the pj’s crying and urging their way for the ice cream box in the freezer. He usually blamed it on a movie- Often one written by Nicholas Sparks. However, those weren’t the only ones lurking in and out of the house- The boys sometimes brought friends home, so did the girls for that matter and then they’d just awkwardly laugh before they ran up to have their animal fun. Gabe didn’t care though, he noticed things but they were never in fact useful. 

This night though it was Venice. He knew her well enough, he would regard them as friends even if they didn’t hang out too often. He gently lifted his eyes from the book he had in his hands. He gave her a crooked smile before turning the book in her direction. “Not school actually- this is purely for my amusement.” He chuckled and scratched his neck, closing the book now that she was there. “I guess it still gives you the right to call me a bore.” He smiled at her, adjusting his seating so she could join him, if she wanted to. “Why are you out so late?”

“Sorry,” Silas said quickly, having been reading out loud without even knowing it. “Sometimes I do that,” he mumbled. “What are you even doing?”

Gabe turned his attention to Silas who he thought had been quoting something out loud for everyone to hear, but in fact ended up reading out loud? Gabe was a little shocked by it, but then again- He’d seen weirder things. “No worries, not the worst someone has done without thinking.” Gabriel picked up the heavy six hundred pages book and showed it to Silas. “Geometry.”

Lacrosse practice had gone surprising well, the math exam with a big fat 74 sitting in her duffel bag proved to be great motivation when it came time to get out on the field and kick ass. It was when she’d finally showered up and headed back towards the house that she recognized her tutor with his nose in a text book. Marching over to the empty table Claire slammed her duffel bag on an empty chair with a huff before taking one herself. “Not really. Look.” Claire pulled out her test and handed it to Gabriel. “74. He took points off because I didn’t simplify some of the fractions. The directions never said I needed to!”

With a slight sight and roll of his eyees, Gabriel looked at Claire. The girl had problems at school and like the not so gallant knight in no shining armor, he took money from the poor for tutoring. However, it never seemed that Claire could stick to the stuff he taught her, but then again that wasn’t so surprising. Gabriel scratched his neck and put the paper down in front of him and turned his eyes to Claire. “Good afternoon to you too.” he murmured and gave a small smile. “Remember how I told you to always read the text of the assignment really, really closely?” Gabe picked up the paper, cocked his head to the side and pointed at the small words, saying them while looking at Claire. “Remember that some of these tasks needs to be simplified.” Gabe blinked and let his eyes rest on Claire. “Sorry Claire.”