Two Red Strings

Chapter 5

"Did you eat something weird to get this cool accent?" Myosotis asked, obviously willing to get an accent. "No, I did not." He replied. "And pleaze don't try to have zis ac-cent." Ethan added, much to Myosotis's displeasure.

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"Feel your hand taking over! Don't think!" Their art teacher exclaimed. Magnolia sat beside Angelina during their art co-curriculum class. Clara sat a few seats behind them. Magnolia felt her jealousy burn inside. To tease (read: annoy) her further, Magnolia took out a piece of paper and began to write on it.

Angelina noticed and let out a sigh. "Die bitch. Myoy is mine." Magnolia wrote on the paper in thick black marker. She crumpled it, turned around and threw it at Clara. "Mag, you should ask Myosotis if he wants to go out with you." Angelina suggested. "Won't it be awkward?" Magnolia quizzed. "No. He likes you. And besides, he's your mate." Angelina encouraged.

Angelina subconsciously drew a girl, having afternoon tea. She had long and wavy hair and wore a comforting smile. "Who's that?" Magnolia asked. "She's very pretty." She commented. Angelina sighed. "It always happen during art..." she muttered. "What is?" Magnolia asked, peering over to look at the girl.

"Psychometry. I read it up. It's like divination." Angelina explained. Magnolia took a while to register it. "Like Harry Potter?" She asked. Angelina slowly nodded, unsure if Magnolia had not gotten the concept wrong. Magnolia watched Angelina darken her lines of the drawing. Magnolia turned to her empty paper. Camellia...? Magnolia turned to a corner and saw the copper brunette, sitting on a tall round stool.

She sat in with a odd posture; her knees pulled close and tight to her body, her feet on the seat, and her face close to her kneecaps, scribbling intently in her journal. "Was Camey always there?" Magnolia asked. "Camellia?" Angelina repeated, turning around. "Oh, she probably has a free block." She assumed, going back to work.

Magnolia returned to her work. She didn't feel like drawing, but her hand moved and drew another girl with a black veil over her eyes. The girl looked very much like herself, in terms of the long light hair and long dress. Iron wing-like structures were drawn behind her back as above her were flowers.

"Myosotis." Angelina muttered. "Those are myosotis flowers." She smiled. Magnolia blushed a little. "Really?" But there was something else that Angelina didn't want to tell Magnolia. Myosotis flowers are also known as 'Forget-Me-Not'. And the way they were drawn, they looked like the flowers were wilting.

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After art, Magnolia sat at the stands, watching Myosotis training. She started liking to watch his agility while dribbling the ball. Or rather started liking everything he does. Camellia sat a few rows behind her, silently writing in her red journal. It wasn't long after she was noticed. Magnolia turned around, made eye contact, and turned back to the soccer team.

Camellia could tell that the Luna was pleased, just by her posture. She looked at her notebook. She was having a conversation with herself. Without thinking, she wrote "What do you think about the girl?" in black ink. She replied in red ink "She's nice..." Before long, Camellia quietly departed from the stands. But Magnolia didn't realize it. It was almost like the brunette had left her presence there.

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"Myo!" Saul called out to the brunette, who was wrapping a navy towel around his waist. "Ya?" Myosotis replied, whipping his head around. "Wanna hang out at my place sometime? My parents are heading back to England, so I'm left with the house all to myself." Saul wore his towel around his waist as well, with an addition of his sports jacket over his shoulders.

Myosotis fully turned around, wrapping the towel tighter. "Sounds nice but... I want to use my weekends to complete my honor projects." Myosotis declined the offer. "Don't tell me Clara's your partner again." Jordan threw an arm around his shoulder.

"I have Angelina and Ethan on some." Myosotis retorted. "Dude, dump Clara. Ange's a better project partner." Jordan suggested. "Hold it! Later Max is gonna get jealous." Saul protested.

"And wuo wo'od be talking about?" Ethan came up from behind, grabbing Saul's and Jordan's shoulders. The two became scared stiff. Myosotis squeezed out from the three of them.

"Look, I'm not into Clara or Angelina!" Myosotis defended. "Then who?" The two boys asked, ears perked up to hear from him. Ethan grinned from ear to ear. "Wuolfzbane." He muttered. Myosotis became red with embarrassment. "I knew it!" Ethan slapped Myosotis' back, leaving a burning red mark behind. Jordan was clearly feeling competitive.

Jordan pursed his lips in disgust before leaving the trio alone. "What's up with Nic?" Saul asked. "Jealouzy." Ethan replied. Myosotis sighed. Suddenly Saul started to stifle his laughter.

"Oh my fucking God... Ethan you've got to drop that bloody accent of yours!" He laughed. The Russian wrapped his hands around the American. "Vell, you bet-ter dr-op your Bri-tish ac-cent zen." Ethan evilly smirked.

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When Myosotis got out of the boys' locker room, the first person he saw Clara. He swivelled around to avoid meeting but she was quicker to turn. "Myo! You promised that we could finish the project at your house!" She sounded innocent, hurrying over to him.

Myosotis didn't say anything, but scratched the back of his head, trying to avoid contact by heading out of the school interior. "Did I promised that?" He asked, laughing a little. "Let's go!" Clara grabbed his arm and dragged him outside. Myosotis short-lived awkwardness became regret.

Magnolia was waiting outside. Her face of pure happiness became a face of betrayal. Then, a white Honda Odyssey pulled over beside her. Without hesitation, Magnolia climbed into it and it drove off.

Myosotis writhed his arm out of Clara's grasps and yelled at her. "You set me up, didn't you!" But Clara played dumb. "No! I wouldn't! You're my boyfriend after all!" She whined. Rage boiled inside her.

"Well, I hate you! And I don't ever want to see you again! A girl, like you, means nothing! You just want attention, you attention-seeker!" Myosotis yelled. Clara looked like she was on the verge of tears.

Ethan walked past them, with Jordan, Saul and Ben tailing behind him. Without a second glance, Myosotis ditched her and left with them. "Woah, beast mode." Saul teased. "I've never seen this side of you, Myo." Ben added. The boys split up into two groups ads they entered the car park.

Unknowingly, a shady winged beast watched from the rooftop garden. Its hair swayed in the chilly breeze as its tail swayed to a slow rhythm. In its hand was a dead mouse, dried from blood. It grinned, before disappearing into the setting sun (and leaving the carcass to decay in the open).