#phantomled

Everything happened so fast: the push, the fall, the door being locked, and suddenly, she was face to face with Akira…in a broom closet?!

Mios wanted to panic for suddenly being in the small, cramped room with him, trying to calm her heart from practically imploding, she couldn’t take it. But then she took him in, the fact that he was physically more freaked out about the whole situation than she was.

Usually, he was always picking on and teasing her, making her flustered, but this time, the tables have turned and she could do it back to him. But the way he scrambled away from her, the way he was speaking, and the rate of which he was apologizing to her. She knew this was not an appropriate moment to tease but to be a friend.

Was it the space? Was he claustrophobic? She wasn’t worried about the small space, it was comforting to her since she’s been shoved into small spaces before, but rather forcibly and by people who hated her.

But this situation was completely different because it was all an accident.

In an attempt to calm him down from what she was deeming as a mental breakdown, she mustered up enough courage and went up to him slowly, not wanting to scare him even more than he already was. She held his face in her hands, trying to calm him down.

“Hey, hey…it’s ok, I’m ok. You’re ok.” She whispered, trying her best to reassure him and calm him down as freaking out now would do them no good.

Violet eyes flit about at a quick pace, those sharp eyes watching for any subtle, malevolent movement. She knows very well of the dangers here, after all he had told her numerous times, but yet she can't bring herself to stay back anymore. Not since she landed herself in trouble. The teen has never been one to sit back and relax when it came to her own problems—she has to act and fix her problems on her own.

"I know that," she murmurs just loud enough for him to hear, violet gaze flicking back to him. "I listened to every single word you told me." And believed him, too, for everything had clicked into place afterwards. It just made sense, after all, any sane person would agree.

"The things people say sometimes." Lottie shakes her head, sighing in a tired manner. When she opens her mouth and speaks again it's more as if she's talking to herself. "I don't understand the need for gossip. It doesn't make life interesting, it just spreads falsities and hurts others. This school. . ."