The Night School [GxG] [First Draft Edition]

Chapter Seventy-Five: Adaptation

A/N: heh look it's the quarter quell ;}
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Grace: I need to talk to you.

"Megan?" I scowled at the message stating at me from the lock screen of my phone.

Megan and I had just left the N.S. after my meeting with the Director. The woman is definitely... Ambitious, to say the least. She has this huge vision that I'm pretty sure will have a strong effect on the way the School operates. I don't know if it will be positive or negative.

"Yeah?" My sister replied, tossing me a look in the rearview mirror before returning her eyes to the dark road ahed.

"What did you tell Grace?" I lowered my voice into a faint growl unintentionally.

"That you don't understand how you're feeling and that you both need to be civil and talk. Along with other things, but that's the only part concerning you." She shrugged, ignoring my unnecessarily mean tone.

"How did she take it?"

"She wanted to know how you were doing, if you liked her gift, if you seemed to miss her, if I thought you had feelings for her. She apologized for ignoring my advice. She looked sad. Really sad. Her friends wouldn't let me near her until Tatiana, Marley and Micha told them it was me and not you." Megan shook her head.

"Was she mad? Did she resent me?"

"No. She is hurt and confused, and with good reason, but not mad. She is afraid you'll hurt her again." She sighed, "God, I hope I find someone like her. She is madly, completely, undeniably, utterly, in love with you." The (slightly) older girl cooed in that all too familiar way that gave me this spike of jealously and irritation. She was always swooning over my Grace like she was hers. And it didn't make me feel good.

"Hm..." I huffed, stuffing all the animosity I felt back down my throat so it settled into a grueling monstrosity in the pit of my stomach.

Me: Okay. When? Where? Why?

I knew I was asking her way too many questions at once, but I didn't really care. I wanted to read her voice. I wanted to see her communicate with me as much as I could do I could imagine nothing has changed. Honestly, I was starting to accept her messy feelings... Or at least, I didn't mind them. The ache for her return made the fear of complications wane. I was so desperate for her attention, I just couldn't care less if she loved me. Why does that statement pain me?

Grace: Your house. Because I want closure.

I flinched. Closure. Did that mean she was going to tell me to go away? I didn't like it, but the mere thought of her acting as harshly as I do towards her, towards me... I didn't think I had the capacity for it. This is new and I have no experience protecting myself from... From heartbreak? Is this heartbreak?

Me: Okay. I'll be home soon and we can schedule.

"Zel? Are you okay?" Megan whispered cautiously. I was about to answer when a droplet of clear liquid fell and splattered onto my phone, soaking Grace's words and mine. Ironic. How the two were infinitely separate at the moment, but something so simple as a basic bodily function could remind me that one small thing could make both blur and changed.

"I... No." I mumbled hesitantly. I only admitted to this because I knew Megan could see through me, and she would try to help if I let her. And hell, I needed every bit of help I could get and then some.

"Oh, sweetie..." Megan one fourth pouted, half frowned, and three fourths smiled; her eyes sad and loving.

"She's coming over." I breathed, my voice shaking. I don't know if it made me sad or happy, imagining her walking through my front door again. I knew when we sat to talk, she would distance herself. And it would hurt. When we spoke, she'd be quiet and scared. And it would hurt. She wouldn't kiss me goodbye or hello or just because, and I couldn't kiss her. And it would kill me. She'd be unreachable when all I'd want to do is pull her in and make her her eyes light up again.