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“Amora, how are you feeling?” Cobalt asked, softly from his on the floor at the end of Amora’s bed.
“Cobalt, shut up,” Amora mumbled, “you’re too loud.”
“Really you bastard?” Loki sighed, tightening her hold on Amora’s waist, “You do realize you are the reason this shit happened, leave her alone.”
They lay up in her bed, Loki’s arms around Amora’s middle and Amora‘s face hidden in Loki’s chest attempting to block out even light and sound, “Do you need anything, love, water, a snack?”
“I just wanna sleep,” Amora muttered.
“Okay, love, I’ll keep quiet,” Loki replied.
“You don’t have to stay…”
“No, I’m staying,” Loki added. “It’s a holiday, anyway, so I would be staying in bed anyway, and here I get to lay here with you.”
Amora giggled lightly, “I could leave if you want me to.”
Amora wrapped her arms around Loki’s middle, “I’ll take that as a no,” Loki cooed.
“You’re the only person I want around me, right now,” Amora muttered as Loki brushed her pink strands out of her face, “I don’t think I could deal with this alone. I would probably just lose it.”
Loki hummed, “Good thing I’m here then, mhm?” Amora nodded, snuggling into Loki’s chest, “I wonder what everyone else is doing today…”
Amora let out a little laugh, “What?” Loki asked.
“It’s not like you to think about other people,” Amora remarked.
Loki scoffed smiling, brushing her fingers through Amroa’s golden locks, “Maybe I’m changing.”
“Please don’t change.”
“Even for the better?”
“I like you the way you are,” Amora admitted.
Loki’s face instantly became hot before she buried her bright red face in Amora’s hair, “…Noted…”
On Hall Magnus currant colored sneakered stomped across the hardwood floor, marching to her room, Cassiopeia wasn’t angry per se she was just upset.
“It’s always Calliope missing practice,” she scoffed to herself before entering their shared room, “Calliope! What the hell!”
The blonde girl in a cyan sweater dress jumped as she sat with her double bass, “Why were you not at practice!?” Cassiopeia complained dropping her duffle bag full of her cheer stuff forcefully on to the floor.
“I didn’t feel good,” Calliope answered cowardly.
“But you feel well enough to play your bass?”
Calliope let out an anxious squeak as Cassiopeia sat down at the end of her bed, “Cal, be honest with me,” the blonde cheerleader in red workout clothes said softly, “do you like being on the cheer team?”
There were a few moments of silence as the twins stared at one another, “No,” Calliope sheepishly responded, “I hate it, actually… I’ve hated it the whole time.”
“Seriously?! Calliope, why didn’t you tell me?!”
Calliope put her hands up in defense of herself, “Cas, talking to you is hard, especially when you’re mad, which is like all the time. I feel like I can’t talk to you about how I feel most of the time. Plus, you love cheer, you love the cheer team, I didn’t want to tell you I hated it and not only make you mad but I didn’t want to destroy your vision of the cheer team since you created it with Ms. Thornton.”
“Calliope—”
“I’m sorry, I know it’s our last year and I should tough it out, but I can’t do it anymore,” Calliope added, “I wanna hang with my friends, play my double bass, and not have to worry about if the other girls on the team are going to make fun of the way my body looks when we are changing.”
“I’m sorry,” Cassiopeia sighed, dejectedly, “I thought you wanted to cheer.”
“I mean when you came to me first and went on and on about it,” Calliope let out a little laugh, “It sounded amazing, but now it’s not fun anymore.”
“I’ll tell Euphrasie, and we can gather all your cheer stuff, you don’t have to do it anymore,” Cassiopeia replied, getting up and stretching.
“You're not mad?” Calliope asked.
“I’m not happy about it,” Cassiopeia said truthfully, “But I’m not going to force you to continue to be a cheerleader if you don’t want to.”
Calliope smiled at her sister before Cassiopeia added, “I mean it's better for you to quit now instead of not coming to practice for the rest of the year.”
Calliope laughed awkwardly as Cassiopeia headed for the door, “Where are you going?” Calliope asked.
“I think… I’ll go for a run or something, maybe I’ll go shopping,” Cassiopeia answered before leaving their room, taking Calliope’s cheer bag with her.
Leaving Hall Magnus and the dorms, spotting Euphrasie with their sports bag on their shoulder, practice clothes clinging to their bodies, and speaking to one of their tennis teammates in the academy courtyard.
“Hey, Euphrasie!” Cassiopeia called, grabbing their attention.
“I’ll meet you there, Auretta,” Euphrasie muttered before turning to Cassiopeia looking at the blonde cheerleader with a large smile, “Hi Cassiopeia, what do you need?”
“Calliope has finally quit the cheer team.”
“Oh, dang,” Euphrasie sighed, “It’s for the best though, she hasn’t been enjoying it.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Cassiopeia remarked rolling her eyes, “Anyway, can you drop off Calliope’s cheer bag to Ms. Thornton?”
“I can, but I have tennis practice, so I’ll do it later,” Euphrasie answered, their hand out to receive the duffle bag on Cassiopeia's shoulders.
Cassiopeia sighed, “Is Ms. Thornton still on campus?”
Euphrasie shrugged, “I think so, I don’t kn—” they answered before Cassiopeia began to run off, “Hey where are you going?!”
“To see if Ms. Thornton is here!” Cassiopeia called back, “HAVE FUN AT TENNIS PRACTICE! TELL AURETTA I LIKED HER SNEAKERS!”
Cassiopeia raced herself up to Lilybeth’s classroom, finding her there at her desk going through some papers. At the same time, Mrs. Danielson stood in front of a desk, oddly enough smiling, while having an “intense” conversation with a man, covered in tattoos, that Cassiopeia didn’t recognize sitting on top of the desk.
“Ms. Thornton…”
“Cassiopeia,” Lilybeth remarked, looking up at her classroom door, “What do you need?”
“Hello, Ms. Ivory,” Helvetica remarked.
“Hi,” Cassiopeia muttered giving the Literature teacher a shy wave, “Ms. Thorton here is Calliope’s cheer bag.”
“Oh?” Lilybeth questioned as Cassiopeia and over the duffle bag, “Did she quit?”
“Yeah,” Cassiopeia sighed, pouting.
“Oh, chickadee, it will be fine,” Lilybeth commented. “You still have all the others; it won’t affect anything. Don’t look so down.”
“I just… feel horrible, I forced Calliope to do something she never wanted to do for so long, and she couldn’t talk to me, and I feel like Calliope hates like ever—”
Lilybeth placed a hand on Cassiopeia's shoulder, sympathetically saying, “Cassiopeia, chickie, Calliope doesn’t hate you. She probably just wanted to see you happy because Cheer made you happy. Calliope is your sister, and she loves you. I doubt she could ever hate you.”
“Bethie, you coming?” That unfamiliar man called, leading Helvetica out of Lilybeth's classroom.
“Yeah, Ambrose,” Lilybeth remarked, grabbing her purse, “You okay Cassiopeia?”
Cassiopeia nodded following Lilybeth out of her classroom, “Have a nice rest of your day off, Cassie,” Lilybeth commented, following after her two friends leaving the young cheerleader still dejected in the hallway.
As she headed for the schoolhouse’s door, the romantic pings of her cell phone pulled her attention. Message notifications littered the notification bar on her lock screen, all from Roux.
Roux ⚽: I’m almost done at my mom’s
If you’re not busy maybe we could meet at Vixen’s and spend the afternoon in town
Make a little date out of it
Cassiopeia thought for a moment before responding: Sure.
Taking a ride into town, stopping in the little café that was a staple in Solostica. With its large modern windows and light sage building at the corner of a small intersection. Cream walls cover the interior, with a classic coffee shop vibe with an added botanical touch given the many potted plants all over the place and a large bush of different flowers over the bar. Cassiopeia plopped herself next to a table in a far corner of the shop next to a window, beginning to people-watch rather than get in the sizable line at the busy bar.
Odysseus and Lance sat at a nearby table across from Cassiopeia. It was obvious they had been there for a while. From what little Cassiopeia knew about the two boys they often played Dungeons and Dragons with their friends at the Vixen Café, maybe that’s what they were talking about on their little coffee date.
She spotted Iphigenie at the bar, in her work apron with her hair pulled back as she placed pastries in the dessert case. Iphigenie’s hair was tied up as neatly as it could be given its thickness and curls, so beautiful and graceful as she worked in the chaos of being a barista.
Cassiopeia shook her head choosing to look out the window for what felt like hours rather than stare at Iphigenie anymore. Instead of storming out of her dorm room, she should have grabbed her journal or even her purse, instead of only having her phone to play with, the people around her to observe, and a window to look out of.
“Here you go.”
Cassiopeia jumped at the sound of Iphigenie’s voice next to her, snapping her out of her daydreaming as she stared out the window. A drink now sat on her table, leaving her to look up at the ginger girl confused.
“I didn’t—”
“Odysseus paid for it,” Iphigenie commented, pointing back at the boy in the mask who gave the blonde cheerleader a wave, before turning back to Lance engaging in conversation with him, “It's a Mango frappe, you’ve ordered it before.”
“Thanks,” Cassiopeia muttered, her cheeks flushed.
“Enjoy,” Iphigenie remarked before beginning to walk away.
“Iphigenie!” Cassiopeia called, making the barista pause and turning back, “Can we talk for a quick second?”
Iphigenie shrugged, “I’ve already clocked out, why not,” she mentioned before sitting across from Cassiopeia, “What are we talking about?”
“Do you remember when we were kids?”
Iphigenie cracked a slight smile before nodding, “You, Calliope, and I would play all the time. Dad said we were the 3 musketeers.”
“Do you ever miss that time?”
“Being a kid and not having problems, yeah. That time of my life no,” Iphigenie answered, watching Cassiopeia frown at her response, “Cassiopeia, my parents going through a divorce.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Cassiopeia sighed.
“Why are you apologizing?” Iphigenie asked, letting out a little laugh and making Cassiopeia become hot.
“Do you remember why we stopped being friends?” the blonde girl innocently asked.
“Well I moved to Switzerland,” Iphigiene shrugged before thinking for a moment, “I thought you were mad that I moved, we just stopped talking, I took that as a sign that you wanted nothing to do with me.”
“No!” Cassiopeia chirped, “I-I-I just was a stupid kid! I would write you letters… I guess momma and papa never sent them, so when you stopped sending yours…”
“Classic,” Iphigiene chuckled. “When I came back last year I was shocked to see you and Roux together, I never thought you liked him.”
“I don’t think… I do,” Cassiopeia mumbled.
“Then why are you with him?”
Cassiopeia stared off into space for a moment. She’d been with Roux since starting at Hallows Academy after knowing him her entire childhood, but she never felt as if she loved him. As if it was an obligation to be his girlfriend after so long. She enjoyed his company and his kindness; however, days continued to pass, and Cassiopeia’s feelings for Roux hadn’t changed.
“Cas, you okay?”
“I need to break up with Roux,” she muttered.
Iphigenie blinked, “You came to that conclusion rather quickly.”
“I mean what am I supposed to do?” Cassiopeia remarked, “I don’t like him enough to be in a relationship with him, right?”
Iphigenie hummed in agreement, “Genie, would you want to go out sometime?” Cassiopeia asked with rosy cheeks. “Hang out like when we were kids,” she added.
“Hang out like we were kids? So play with dolls and annoy your older sister,” Iphigenie joked.
“I was thinking more like going to see a movie or just talking,” Cassiopeia giggled.
“Would be nice,” Iphigenie remarked.
“Iphigenie, I’m sorry I’m late!” Luther’s deep voice bellowed, “Loki wanted me to get some stuff for Amora—”
“Is she okay?” Iphigenie asked.
Luther shrugged, “Loki isn’t really saying.”
“Something is wrong with Amora?” Cassiopeia asked, rather compassionately.
“She fainted yesterday,” Iphigenie answered.
“I think she’s just dehydrated,” Luther muttered.
Iphigenie got up, ready to leave with Luther, “We’ll stop by Loki’s room, then go to study hall, yeah?” he asked her.
“That’s fine with me.”
“Genie?”
“Yeah, Cas?” Iphigenie asked, looking at the cheerleader sincerely.
Cassiopeia paused with her cheeks all flushed, “Do you want to…” Cassiopeia trailed off
He could feel an energy between Iphigenie and Luther. It is so obvious just looking at Luther’s gaze, a guy who has always been known for a stern gaze behind a pair of circular glasses and fought with Roux on many occasions yet looks at Iphigenie, the most melancholic girl alive, with such soft eyes.
“… Never mind,” Cassiopeia awkwardly chuckled, “I hope we can be friends again.”
“Me too, Cas,” Iphigenie remarked with a smile, “I’ll see you later.”
“See ya,” Cassiopeia muttered, as Luther and Iphigenie headed for the door.
“Is it a good idea for you to become friends with Cassiopeia?” Luther asked opening the door to the café inadvertently letting Roux in.
“Oh come,” Iphigenie commented, “Cassiopeia is fine. She’s sweet.”
“Hey baby,” Roux cooed, kissing Cassiopeia’s cheek before sitting across from her, “I thought we could go to the shop on Elizabeth Street and—”
“Roux… We need to talk!”
“About what, baby?”
“I think…” Cassiopeia began rubbing her hands on top of her thighs, while also trying to make herself smaller. “I think we should break up.”
“What did I do wrong?” Roux asked.
She put her hands up, waving them in an X motion, “It’s not you!”
“Then why—”
“I don’t think I… love you.”
Roux blinked, before simply getting up and leaving. Cassiopeia was left wide-eyed and frozen before chasing after him, “Roux, stop!”
“3 YES, CASSIOPEIA! WE’VE BEEN TOGETHER FOR 3 YEARS!” Roux yelled, continuing to walk away from her.
“I’M SORRY,” She shouted back at him.
He turned around swiftly looking at her dead on, a mix of rage and sadness in his eyes, “YOU LIED TO ME FOR 3 YEARS! CASSIOPEIA I’VE LOVED FOR AGES AND ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY IS SORRY?!”
“ROUX I NEVER—”
“WHAT?!” He screamed, “YOU NEVER LOVED ME?! THAT MUCH IS OBVIOUS! THE GOO-GOO EYES YOU MAKE AT IPHIGENIE ARE EVERY OBVIOUS, I’M SURPRISED YOU DON’T MAKE LUTHER JEALOUS!”
Cassiopeia kept her mouth shut before Roux laughed wickedly, “At first I thought it was just because you felt bad for her or something because she was weird and barely had any friends when she got back. Then I was every time you saw her! It’s so fucking obvious you have a fucking crush on her and I OVERLOOKED THAT BECAUSE I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME!”
“Roux, I’m sorry!”
“That’s all your going to fucking say?!”
Cassiopeia nodded sheepishly before Roux clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and headed for the train station. Stomping his way back to the dorms, Calliope and Solomon were sitting on the porch steps chatting.
“Get out of my way!” Roux snarled through gritted teeth.
“Yeah sure man,” Solomon muttered, wrapping a protective arm around Calliope’s shoulder to pull her closer to him out of Roux’s way.
“Are you okay, Roux?” Calliope innocently asked.
“Don’t fucking talk to me!”
Calliope hung her head a bit, “What the hell, Roux!” Solomon exclaimed, standing up as Roux reached the top of the stairs, “She was just asking if you were all right, no need to be a dick!”
“I don’t give a shit!” Roux spat descending the stairs again just to get in Solomon’s face, “Both her and Cassiopeia are ugly little leeches!”
“Motherfucker, Cassiopeia’s your girlfriend—”
“NOT ANYMORE! THAT DUMB BITCH BROKE—”
Before Roux could finish his sentence Solomon punched him square in the face, making the Football captain stumble back a bit, “I let you get away with a lot,” Solomon lamented with dark eyes, “But you’re just an asshole that expects things to go his way! Cassiopeia never fucking loved you she barely even liked you that was obvious to everyone with a brain! We were with you because you made being in a relationship with her seem like something she needed to do because you are the captain of the Football team and she’s a cheerleader! Completely overlooked two people that have any sort of feeling for you, you dickhead!”
Roux huffed, picking himself out of the dirt as Solomon helped Calliope up and off the stairs and went inside while the sun was setting. The Football player stared at the darkening clouds for a long time, while sitting on the sits of the dormitory porch truly wondering when he first became such an asshole.
Meanwhile, up on Hall Osmanthus Loki sat on her own bed waiting for Amora to get out of the bathroom, replying to the many messages from Lance, Luther, and Odysseus all asking how Amora was doing.
The American girl came out of the bathroom with a towel in hand. She slowly piddled her to her bed, “Cobalt,” Amora muttered to the ghostly man sitting at her desk chair, “I feel better than I did this morning.”
“Good to hear, Chickadee,” He commented. “Tomorrow with enough rest you’ll be right as rain.”
“Thank you for worrying,” Amora noted.
“Of course,” Cobalt said with a nod.
“My brothers are worried about you,” Loki chuckled, shaking her phone in her hand before tossing it on her bed.
Amora smiled, “Tell Luther I said thank you for all the goodies.”
“You should really be thinking of me, I asked him to go get the stuff,” Loki replied, making Amora giggle.
As everything settled for the night and everyone but the few night owls in Solostica were down for the night, a sickly-looking disheveled man covered in filth and grim, wearing clothes far too big for him, and chains wrapped around his ankles and wrist hobbled his way through the quiet streets, taking him a few hours to stumbled his way to Hallows Academy all but collapsing at the front door before screaming:
