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The1HBIC
Marie needed to get away, she needed to find a place that no one would think to look for her, a place no one would bother her. She didn't want to have to deal with anyone now.She couldn't believe that Carter still didn't want to be around her after all this time. Even Frankie and Kali couldn't make him want to talk to her, instead he used Kali as an excuse to get away from her... again.
How was she ever supposed to try and work things out with him if he won't talk to her. Wiping the tears from her eyes she happens to find she is standing outside an empty classroom that doesn't get used. Turning the door handle she finds that it is unlocked. Looking to see if anyone is watching her she sneaks into the room and shuts the door behind her. Dropping her bag on the floor she sits and puts her head on a desk.
No one would ever find her in here.
As Evan was going to the Great Hall, he saw that vaguely familiar door open and close out of his over-thinking head lately about Mina. Looking at it for a split second before going back to how he missed Mina as a figure disappeared after it, he tried to remember when he was here. It seemed to do the trick of forgetting Mina for a second before he remembered--it was with Lyra, another girl that abandoned him. Siiigh. He wondered how it was, or if it had changed in any way since it had been three years he'd last come here. Besides, it could put him off of thinking about Mina and how lonely he felt. Maybe he would find something funny to cheer him up, no? So, pulling the door after that figure, he entered the clasroom 11 for the second time in his life here.
His eyes immediately fell on the
only person in the room, and there were no prizes to those who guessed it right--
Marie, the very person he
always run into. Chuckling, he waved at her with a smile and pulled a chair right in front of her. Lucky no one sat on each other.
"Hey, Marie," he greeted softly as he examined her. Oh... she looked rather sad. Sighing, he debated for the right words to tell her, since he always seemed to be choosing the wrong ones. He decided on some at last, and with full honesty and softness, he said
"I'm sorry about the things I said in the passage. You know I don't mean those, right?" Really, he just wanted her to see the sense, which was apparently a wrong approach. Cocking her head to one side, he examined her reaction. Hopefully, she'd accept it.