This isn't for an event, just a little story to develop Naomi's character. I've mentioned some people, though.
I sat down on my freshly made bed which smelled of cotton. Just like home. But home was so far away it seemed. Back there, nobody would question me and position in the hierarchy. And though I'd behaved just the way I did here, I'd had lots of friends, especially my former bets friend.
Here, I had nobody. Lysandra was nice, but there was always something between us which stopped me from trusting her fully. As with the other girls... I had contact to them, but I could guess from their gazes that they didn't need me at their activities, didn't even want me.
I felt on the verge of crying. This was all so wrong. Nobody should be so alone. But maybe I deserved this after what I'd done...
My diary was hidden between my shoes and after checking that nobody watched, I took it and started to scribble down everything I had to hold back in public. The Tiffany blue calmed at once and I forgot everything around me.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming to the door. As fast as possible I jumped from the bed to the armoir and stuffed the diary between my shoes again. Right then, Lysandra opened the door.
"What are you doing?", she asked, her voice too bored to hide her fake interest.
"Just... sorting through some things," I lied. "Did I already receive another task by that gossip girl?"
"None of your business," she shrugged and sat down at her desk to do some writing stuff.
"What's up with you? Since when did your b.itch mode kick in that heavily? Hey, I'm not Yekaterina. And by the way, it would be great if you two could finally be friends again, you're practically the only people which are sane here."
"Spare me, okay?," she hissed. "You don't need to act like you care."
Fortunately, she couldn't see the tears welling up in my eyes. This was just too much, even for me. I needed some fresh air.
Heading to the rose garden, one of my favourite places at the academy, I checked my phone for any missed message. Surprisingly enough, there was one from a number I didn't recognize.
"I want to see you. Meet me at Le Menuet at 5. Charles"
How the heck did he get my number?, I asked myself. Then I took a look at my watch. If I hurried now, I would still be in time. And why shouldn't I meet him? Maybe he could tell me whether he'd enjoyed Mary's kiss or whether it was just my vivid imagination.
After dressing up, I caught a taxi which brought me to the exclusive restaurant. This place had style, but I wouldn't have chosen it for a first date. Or wasn't this a date?
Charles was already awaiting me. He helped me out of my jacket and handed it to the waiter, then helped me with my chair without saying a word. The silence was the strangest thing ever for me. Not even a hello passed his lips. He just looked at me in a way I couldn't figure out.
"So... hi, I guess," I started. "AS you see, I got your text. I don't even want to know how you got my number," I joked.
"Good. Because you don't need to," Charles answered without so much as a grin. I felt uncomfortable in his burning gaze.
"I'm not used to girls who reject me, to be honest," he finally said. "And that's why I texted you. You're one of the most mysterious girls I've ever met."
"So this is some kind of science project?" I felt my cheeks blush and looked down at the table. What was up with me? That wasn't my usual self, blushing and shy in front of a guy.
"You see, you're little dance at La Flèche was rather impressing. And hot. And I don't know what was wrong with that strange girl but I'm sorry for what happened. Not that I owe you anything," he added quickly.
"No, you don't. You should remember that you were the one starting all this, okay? I didn't come up to you and kiss you out of the blue. Twice." The memory still made me shiver.
"That's right. To be honest, I thought you were just a little distraction, some fun like most girls are for me."
"Thanks, I guess." Charles smiled a bit at that answer.
"I was wrong. You're in my mind all the time. I can't stop thinking about you, what you're doing, what you're thinking... I drives me crazy. Please believe me if I say that I didn't plan on this. And I never believed in...," he trailed off, nervously picking at the bread on the table.
"In what?," I inquired, my heart beating faster.
He swallowed hard. "In love at first sight." He grimaced and tried to avoid looking into my eyes. For a few seconds, I didn't know what to say. All of this was so unexpected, so strange and so new. Of course I'd had some dates before, but I'd never felt this way I did now.
"Truth be told, it's the same for me. I still remember your lips on mine, the taste, everything you ever said to me. And I was so mad when Mary kissed you, I wanted to scratch her whole face with my nails."
Now Charles really started to laugh. One moment later, he was serious again. "I don't believe that I'm good for you. I'm not good at relationships since I tend to hook up with other girls constantly. I might betray you or hurt you." He searched my eyes.
I shrugged. My voice was steady when I responded: "I don't mind. We should give it a try." Charles took my hand and stroke it. "Maybe we should."
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