Trixy's Pov
Walking down the school corridor, I saw Luna and the girls headed directly toward me. They halted right in front of me, as usual creating their tiny circle.
Tonight we have a gig. Luna said casually, shoving her hair behind her ear, 8 PM at resto-bar.
Wait. . . I said, brows arching somewhat, I dont believe I'm free tomorrow.
Trix, Erlyn told me with a happy grin that there are no classes tomorrow. It is Saturday. And keep in mind? We just play Saturdays. That was the arrangement your father had, right?
Oh. There's that rule once more.
Dad said unequivocally weekends only. Particularly, Saturdays. Monday through Friday were purely for studies. No interruptions. Not negotiable. He advised me I could follow my dreams as long as I never let them interfere with my future.
And sincerely? I had none to select from. If I wished to continue performing, that was the only requirement he set forth.
Not late, okay? Phoebe said with a look that suggested she was serious.
Indeed, ma'am, I joked with a cheeky salute.
Come on, Sydnee said, looking at her watch before they turned to leave, I dont want to be late for first period.
Trix.
I became stiff.
I recognized that voice.
I spun round slowly.
There he was.
Jonas
He seemed. . . other. Injured. Like he had been in a brawl.
What on earth came of him?
He moved toward me and I furrowed an eyebrow.
I inquired, my arms instinctively crossing my chest, what do you need?
I only wanted to apologise, he said, eyes turning somewhat downward. Trixy, I am really sorry for all I did to you.
I looked back at him, my expression blank. Not mad at all. Not sympathetic. Just nothingness.
Knowing I harmed you, he went on, voice shaking.
At least now you admit it, Luna replied icily, stepping up beside me.
I had to say it, thus I came here.
Ever fractured something? I queried out of nowhere. Like. . . broke it?
He blinked, perplexed. Y-yep. I once broke one of my mother's vases.
Have you corrected it?
I attempted gluing it back, but it came out somewhat different.
That is precisely what I stated. No matter how hard you attempt to repair something damaged, it never returns to its original state. Like myself, exactly. Exactly as you acted. You exploited me since I liked you. You used me only to return to Scarlett.
I see it and wish I hadn't. I just hope you'll forgive me someday; I'm not anticipating anything.
I'm not sure if that day will ever arrive.
Jonas! Darling!
Both of us turned.
Certainly.
Scarlett.
She moved gracefully down the corridor in her fashionable heels as though she owned the entire structure. She encircled Jonass's arms without skipping a beat, her head rested on his shoulder like some love-sick groupie.
My blood began to boil.
If I had a microphone, I would have said right then and there: You two actually do deserve each other.
Scarlett groaned, "I missed you so much. " She bit her lip dramatically, as though she were the star of a terrible teleserye. I searched everywhere for you yesterday and you weren't in class.
Slut, Luna muttered.
Scarletts head whipped at her. What exactly did you just say?
Nothing, Luna answered, as innocent as always, looking at the other girls. Right, girls?
Indeed, they replied in flawless unison, fighting to keep from laughing.
Scarlett sighed and focused her gaze back toward Jonas. Her eyes stayed glued to the cut on his cheek.
Who did this? she questioned, instantly concerned about what happened to your face.
Uh, yesterday I told my dad I required assistance with something, then this? He stuttered, clearly looking for a credible justification. Got it during gym.
Yeah, that's right.
A voice cut through the uncomfortable quiet before I could even roll my eyes.
Best buddy!
I grinned and turned around.
Zyron.
In his all-black ensemble, he is cool and collected as always. He stood right next to me and didn't pay any attention to Scarletts clear effort at a flirty wave.
Zay! I smiled. I questioned, "Why were you not here yesterday? He also had missed class. " Coincidentalities?
Scarlett batted her lashes and said gently, "Hi Zyron. "
He never even looked at her.
Okay.
Stay away from him, Scarlett. Jonas is already in your hands. Just thinking about touching my closest friend makes me sick.
I was at my mother's office. She introduced me to Zyron, one of their investors, eyes fixed on me. Oh, and she gave you something. He handed me a paper bag.
What is this?
Carbonara. She recalled it as your preferred dish.
Aww, your mother is the best! I said, giggling a little.
Baby, really, who hit you? Scarlett questioned Jonas again, suspicion creeping into her tone. Tell me.
What? This? Uh. . . its nothing. Jonas muttered, trip over another time, I told you its from training.
I observed, though, something else.
Jonas' perspective of Zyron.
Anxiety.
Zyron as well?
He was staring at Jonas like he wanted to bury him six feet down.
Am I the only one noticing this odd strain?
Next time, be more cautious, Scarlett remarked, tightening her hold on Jonas.
Y-yes, he mumbled. Then he shot one last look at me. Trixy. . . Really I am sorry. Soon I am leaving Austen University. Just finishing a few details at the admin office.
And with that, he walked away Scarlett trailing behind like a lovesick shadow.
Leaving Australia?
Truly?
Why not?
Then once more perhaps it is ideal.
Perhaps it's finally time I let go of sentiments for someone who never valued me to start with.
Perhaps this is the conclusion I've been seeking all along.
Perhaps I can at last move on now.
Hey Zyrons voice drew me back. Are you alright?
I made a brief nod. Indeed. I believe I am.
Good, he murmured, running his fingertips softly through my hair.
Luna bent closer and murmured, Did Jonas flinch when he saw Zay? What the hell transpired yesterday?
Smiling to myself, I nodded my head. Whatever it was, I felt he deserved precisely that.