13 Days of Darkstar 7: Dark Love, Part 5
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This fic takes place right before All That Glitters' opening scene.
Dark Love, Part 5
By Invader-Hime
The rest of the morning seemed to fly by. May could not wait for lunch. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to sit with Michael and perhaps he would talk to her. If Grace was there, perhaps her sister would confess to just being worried about her and not knowing how to express it.
Maybe.
May carefully tried to squeeze through the throngs of students to get to the cafeteria. She waited in line and selected a ready made salad with lite dressing. She smiled and looked eagerly around the room. Within a few moments, she found Michael...and Grace sitting at a table surrounded by almost all of the most popular students. May swallowed and took a few steps toward the table. As she got closer, she could see the seating arrangement better...and it made her freeze in place.
Her heart sank to her toes when she saw Grace...encircled with Michael’s arm around her shoulders. His hand was pressed against the top part of her arm that her school uniform left exposed. It was just sitting there, unmoving. It wasn’t a move in passing, it was there. As if sensing May’s gaze, Grace looked toward her sister and smiled before winking at her impishly.
May’s heart slammed in her chest and something large seemed to be blocking her throat. She turned as quickly as she could and left the cafeteria as quickly and quietly as she could.
The halls were empty, the other students having quickly vacated to neighboring snack bars or the cafeteria. May moved through the hallways a lot faster than she normally could with so few bodies to clutter them up. She walked forward, around twists and turns with no real idea of where she was going other than “away from that.”
Somehow she found her way to one of the studio art rooms. There was no one in it and one of the windows had been left open. A warm breeze ruffled May’s frazzled hair. She sniffed and set her bag and salad down on one of the tables. She sat down on a stool and pulled her journal out of her bag. It fell open to the pages she had been writing in in her creative writing class earlier, complete with her favorite picture of Michael. A sudden burst of wind from the window sent the photograph fluttering from her journal and onto the floor where a slim, familiar black dress shoe stepped squarely on it.
Grace stood with her foot planted firmly on the picture.
“Didn’t you ever learn to keep track of your playthings, May?” Grace asked smugly.
May froze up. Heat seared her round cheeks. She clenched her hands and felt them shake.
“Give it back, Grace! It is mine!” she tried to say as evenly as possible.
Nonchalantly, Grace bent over and picked up the photo, brushed it off and handed it back to her sister.
“You can have it. It can keep you company. I’ve got the real thing,”
May swore she heard something snap in her brain. She shoved the picture into her journal and slammed the tiny book shut. She glared daggers at her sister.
“You knew! You knew I liked him! You knew and you did it anyway! You took him for yourself! Why? You never let me have anything! When will it ever be enough for you?” May asked her.
Grace scowled, her pretty face turning unpleasantly sour. She scoffed and tapped her foot on the ground.
“What? It wasn’t like you made any moves on him or were going to. You just creepily making that stupid scrapbook about him. He was fair game, so don’t get all hissy about it. You want him? Do something about it instead of adding him to your stamp collection!” Grace countered.
“But...but you could have anyone! Why did you pick him?” May asked, face red and heavy tears stinging in her eyes.
“Because he’s the best. I wanted the best. I will give you this, May. You did have good taste. Don’t wait for me after school. I’ve got some studying to do, if you know what I mean. Why don’t you go home and study your little scrapbook? It is the closest thing you’ll ever get to the real thing,”
May’s heart clenched. Her eyes darted to floor to her feet to Grace’s shoulders, where she noticed a mark similar to the one she had seen earlier in the morning. Her brain made note of it, but she couldn’t bring it to care about it enough to inquire about its origin.
Without another word, Grace turned on her heel and left.
The rest of the day seemed to go by in a haze. Everything was happening as it always did, but May felt like an observer rather than a participant. At the end of the day, she walked home alone. She went up to her room and did her homework without so much as a peep to anyone.
When Grace didn’t come home at her curfew, May felt sick to her stomach, but not because her sister was late.
This fic takes place right before All That Glitters' opening scene.
Dark Love, Part 5
By Invader-Hime
The rest of the morning seemed to fly by. May could not wait for lunch. Maybe, just maybe, she would be able to sit with Michael and perhaps he would talk to her. If Grace was there, perhaps her sister would confess to just being worried about her and not knowing how to express it.
Maybe.
May carefully tried to squeeze through the throngs of students to get to the cafeteria. She waited in line and selected a ready made salad with lite dressing. She smiled and looked eagerly around the room. Within a few moments, she found Michael...and Grace sitting at a table surrounded by almost all of the most popular students. May swallowed and took a few steps toward the table. As she got closer, she could see the seating arrangement better...and it made her freeze in place.
Her heart sank to her toes when she saw Grace...encircled with Michael’s arm around her shoulders. His hand was pressed against the top part of her arm that her school uniform left exposed. It was just sitting there, unmoving. It wasn’t a move in passing, it was there. As if sensing May’s gaze, Grace looked toward her sister and smiled before winking at her impishly.
May’s heart slammed in her chest and something large seemed to be blocking her throat. She turned as quickly as she could and left the cafeteria as quickly and quietly as she could.
The halls were empty, the other students having quickly vacated to neighboring snack bars or the cafeteria. May moved through the hallways a lot faster than she normally could with so few bodies to clutter them up. She walked forward, around twists and turns with no real idea of where she was going other than “away from that.”
Somehow she found her way to one of the studio art rooms. There was no one in it and one of the windows had been left open. A warm breeze ruffled May’s frazzled hair. She sniffed and set her bag and salad down on one of the tables. She sat down on a stool and pulled her journal out of her bag. It fell open to the pages she had been writing in in her creative writing class earlier, complete with her favorite picture of Michael. A sudden burst of wind from the window sent the photograph fluttering from her journal and onto the floor where a slim, familiar black dress shoe stepped squarely on it.
Grace stood with her foot planted firmly on the picture.
“Didn’t you ever learn to keep track of your playthings, May?” Grace asked smugly.
May froze up. Heat seared her round cheeks. She clenched her hands and felt them shake.
“Give it back, Grace! It is mine!” she tried to say as evenly as possible.
Nonchalantly, Grace bent over and picked up the photo, brushed it off and handed it back to her sister.
“You can have it. It can keep you company. I’ve got the real thing,”
May swore she heard something snap in her brain. She shoved the picture into her journal and slammed the tiny book shut. She glared daggers at her sister.
“You knew! You knew I liked him! You knew and you did it anyway! You took him for yourself! Why? You never let me have anything! When will it ever be enough for you?” May asked her.
Grace scowled, her pretty face turning unpleasantly sour. She scoffed and tapped her foot on the ground.
“What? It wasn’t like you made any moves on him or were going to. You just creepily making that stupid scrapbook about him. He was fair game, so don’t get all hissy about it. You want him? Do something about it instead of adding him to your stamp collection!” Grace countered.
“But...but you could have anyone! Why did you pick him?” May asked, face red and heavy tears stinging in her eyes.
“Because he’s the best. I wanted the best. I will give you this, May. You did have good taste. Don’t wait for me after school. I’ve got some studying to do, if you know what I mean. Why don’t you go home and study your little scrapbook? It is the closest thing you’ll ever get to the real thing,”
May’s heart clenched. Her eyes darted to floor to her feet to Grace’s shoulders, where she noticed a mark similar to the one she had seen earlier in the morning. Her brain made note of it, but she couldn’t bring it to care about it enough to inquire about its origin.
Without another word, Grace turned on her heel and left.
The rest of the day seemed to go by in a haze. Everything was happening as it always did, but May felt like an observer rather than a participant. At the end of the day, she walked home alone. She went up to her room and did her homework without so much as a peep to anyone.
When Grace didn’t come home at her curfew, May felt sick to her stomach, but not because her sister was late.