Games We Play
"People come in and out of your life. For a time they are your world; they are everything. And then one day they're not. There's no telling how long you will have them near."
― Jenny Han, P.S. I Still Love You
08: Two Truths and a Lie
Although peace wasn't a privilege at VAc, I knew I was lucky to steal any chance to have it. The topic of Eduardo wasn't brought up between Damien and I or Ales and I - who, for some strange reason, I'd been seeing less of lately. The last time I could remember holding a proper conversation with her was when we snuck out to the boys' dorm.
It wasn't as if she had disappeared. I saw her in classes as well as when she'd come back to our room to sleep. But before I could wake up - she'd be gone. Just as I said - it wasn't as if she had disappeared from school. But a part of me felt she'd disappeared from my life.
I wasn't able to properly ask her or Caius about Eduardo's party - however Damien reassured me that he and Eduardo had sorted out their matters and he'd come to the party with me. Caius, on the other hand - would somehow skillfully dodge any conversation he found leading towards the three fatal topics of the fight, Eduardo himself and strangely enough - Michelle.
It was strange. It really was - when my thoughts weren't occupied by books or school work, I found myself oddly enough stuck in a thought palace - each door leading to each strange mystery or confusing unexplained situation I had come onto so far. And it seemed like the doors kept getting bigger as well as more.
There was Armin first. He was a room of his own - although first I knew not to care about his business, the more I heard or saw about him... I couldn't help the curiosity. Why did he leave? What did he do? What happened with Ales? With Eduardo? Michelle? What does he want with me? Was he a friend or enemy?
After Armin came the second biggest mystery. Eduardo - even the thought made me laugh. I thought I had them all figured out at first glance. Armin, a rude, competitive jackass. Eduardo, a narcissistic, flirty know it all. But they were far more than those initial thoughts.
The rooms often tied in. Eduardo to Armin. Both to Michelle. To Caius. To Ales.
The most important question I asked myself though was - how long till I'd become a door in my own palace? Till I'd find myself tied in the mess?
The answer came sooner than I would've expected.
"The second game!" Counselor Clara laughed loudly on the microphone, looking down on us all from the outdoor stage set up in our field. We probably seemed like tens of ants to her. "Wow, can't believe we've reached here already!"
"Why is she treating it like it's the Hunger Tournament?" Caius scoffed at her, clearly not fond of her after her incident in the first game.
I frowned. "The Hunger Games, Caius?" I corrected him, covering up my chuckle with a cough.
"I'm pretty sure it's the same thing," he protested.
"No. It's not."
"Dixie, just -"
Counselor Clara's screeching microphone immediately cut into Caius' sentence mid way as we all covered our ears. "Probably should get this thing fixed," she laughed awkwardly.
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Games We PlayTeen Fiction
Victore Academy boarding school is many things. To the outside world, it's the heaven of schools. For some students, it's incredible education. For some athletes, it's the way to get noticed. For others, it's the peak of their lives and really as go...