Delirium
Chapter Two: Avery/Lola's POV
My dentist once told me that letting go is like pulling a tooth. When is was pulled out, you're relieved, but how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it was not hurting doesn't mean that you did not notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It's going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, because it was causing you so much pain. Therefore, move on and let go.
...
He's sitting right next to me. Marcel was late for class and the only spare seat was next to me. Great. Just great.
"C-Can I b-b-borrow a p-pen?" Asks Mr. Stutter.
"Fine." I say. I feel like that character off the funny show that had the green guy that lived in a bin. The one with Big Bird or something. I look over to the girl sitting next to me. She had long curly hair that was a very light shade of brown, almost red. It was lightly pushed back so that I could see a tattoo of a bunny behind her ear.
I calmly tap her shoulder and she winces, "Sorry." I mutter. She turns her head to look at me and she ... her eyes! They're the most amazing ones I've ever seen. Bright purple with a light ring of dark indigo in the middle, I start to ponder if they're contacts.
"I'm sorry, but are your eyes contacts?" I question her. I have to know. If they aren't then, I'm so blogging about this.
"No." She mutters and quickly goes back to writing.
"Hi, I'm Avery."
"Avery? As in Small?"
"Yeah, can I blog about your eyes?" She looks confused, "Like, can you come into my dorm and I show off your fabulous eyes to my Geeks. C'mon, I'm not going to rape you or anything." I laugh and then my psych teacher looks at me.
"Miss Small, is something funny?"
"No sir."
"Fine then, could you please say what you have completed on your essay so far?"
"Abstraction explains how people remember conglomerations (generalization, the gist) NOT verbatim information. Literal meaning and surface/perceptual information appears to be lost. Research constructed sentences that contained four ideas, but presented participants with sentences containing only 3, 2 or 1 of those ideas. Some of them were old (the same sentences) and some were new. They then performed an old/new recognition test, and found that the more ideas in the sentence, the more confident they were that the sentence was old, and they’d seen it before. Even if they hadn't. This demonstrates how people remember the general gist of information, and the abstractions/inferences/generalizations they have made, but not word for word exactly what was presented."
"Excellent, Miss Small."
"Thank-you Professor."
The girl smiles at me. I think that I've got a new friend. When class finishes, she follows me from the building and into the courtyard. The sun is beating down against my uber pale skin and I just laugh. It's far to nice of a day to be sad.
Lightly pulling down the sleeve of my red jacket to cover my patterned arm, I say; "So, I never did ask, what's your name?"
She looks down at the floor, "Unique. Unique Rain Rivera."
"Pretty." I grin, "Much prettier then Avery Small. It's dull!" I laugh and then my iPhone bings. It's Lola.
Lola's Marcel, Ed and Harry's cousin. She's really nice, funny and sweet. And the only person I know that's more athletic then me!
Lola: Has Marcel talked to you yet?
Avery: Uhh, no... Was he meant too?
Lola: Eek! Don't worry then.
That's odd. Lola's sixteen and she really pretty. Which explains why she has a boyfriend. She looks a bit like Cayla, but in a pretty way. She's got really long blonde curly hair and bright brown eyes. I missed her.
"Sorry, that was my friend Lola."
"Marcel's cousin?"
"Yeah, she's cool."
Unique grins and then we walk into my dorm. Emmee laughs at me and asks what I'm doing.
"Who's this?" Emmee asks.
"Unique. I totally love her eyes."
Lola's POV
I twist my long blonde hair between my fingers and then look over at my phone. I sigh and then laugh as I watch Ed throw Violet over his shoulder. I smile at them and text Marcel again. I can't believe that he hasn't spoken to Avery yet.
I mean, c'mon! Even Greg finally asked Ashlee out. Marcel is refusing to text me. Same with Avery. She's alive seeing as she just posted a video with a girl. She had the most amazing eyes.
Last time I heard, Greg and Ashlee had taken a holiday to Paris. They're so cute together. Just like me and my boyfriend.
Lola: Avery???
Avery: Hello...
Lola: Look, I know that you're mad at me about the Marcel thing and I just need to talk to you about it.
Avery: I've got a botany class in ten minutes, can we talk later?
Lola: Fine...
Avery's POV
I run some lipstick over my chapped lips and then quickly look at my outfit. I've got botany with Marcel, and I'm trying to irritate him. Which I'm doing pretty good at. He was staring at my legs through out all of psych.
"Emmee, I gotta go."
"Bub bye!" She calls back and I rush from our dorm.
...
Our professor, Doctor Haylee Hill, is talking about something. All I can think about is Marcel. And how he keeps licking his lips. And how much it's pissing me off.
Meet me after class x Aves
I pass him the note with my messy handwriting and Marcel nods. As class drones on, all I can think about is talking to Marcel. We need to talk about what happened.
Pulling my hair down from it's messy bun, I glance at Marcel who's looking at my pretty patterned skin. I shake my head and pull my sleeve down a little bit more. Twisting the ends of my hair, the bell echos loudly and I gesture for Marcel to follow me.
"Mars, we need to talk."
"D-Don't c-c-c-call me Mars."
"You used to let me," I sigh and then reach for his hand but he pulls away.
"A-Avery, w-we can't be t-together."
"Why not, Marcel. I still love you."
"Y-You're t-to b-b-b-broken."
"You promised to fix me." I grab his shoulders and pull him into a kiss. His lips so soft, smooth and so familiar. I'm slightly worried when Marcel actually kisses me back. Isn't he meant to have a girlfriend. But he does kiss me back.
Which counts for everything.
My arms wrap around his shoulders and my legs hook around his waist, bringing him closer to me.
"I d-d-don't like y-y-your blue hair." He mumbles between our kiss, "O-Or y-you contacts."
"I like them, that's what matters."
...
He's sitting right next to me. Marcel was late for class and the only spare seat was next to me. Great. Just great.
"C-Can I b-b-borrow a p-pen?" Asks Mr. Stutter.
"Fine." I say. I feel like that character off the funny show that had the green guy that lived in a bin. The one with Big Bird or something. I look over to the girl sitting next to me. She had long curly hair that was a very light shade of brown, almost red. It was lightly pushed back so that I could see a tattoo of a bunny behind her ear.
I calmly tap her shoulder and she winces, "Sorry." I mutter. She turns her head to look at me and she ... her eyes! They're the most amazing ones I've ever seen. Bright purple with a light ring of dark indigo in the middle, I start to ponder if they're contacts.
"I'm sorry, but are your eyes contacts?" I question her. I have to know. If they aren't then, I'm so blogging about this.
"No." She mutters and quickly goes back to writing.
"Hi, I'm Avery."
"Avery? As in Small?"
"Yeah, can I blog about your eyes?" She looks confused, "Like, can you come into my dorm and I show off your fabulous eyes to my Geeks. C'mon, I'm not going to rape you or anything." I laugh and then my psych teacher looks at me.
"Miss Small, is something funny?"
"No sir."
"Fine then, could you please say what you have completed on your essay so far?"
"Abstraction explains how people remember conglomerations (generalization, the gist) NOT verbatim information. Literal meaning and surface/perceptual information appears to be lost. Research constructed sentences that contained four ideas, but presented participants with sentences containing only 3, 2 or 1 of those ideas. Some of them were old (the same sentences) and some were new. They then performed an old/new recognition test, and found that the more ideas in the sentence, the more confident they were that the sentence was old, and they’d seen it before. Even if they hadn't. This demonstrates how people remember the general gist of information, and the abstractions/inferences/generalizations they have made, but not word for word exactly what was presented."
"Excellent, Miss Small."
"Thank-you Professor."
The girl smiles at me. I think that I've got a new friend. When class finishes, she follows me from the building and into the courtyard. The sun is beating down against my uber pale skin and I just laugh. It's far to nice of a day to be sad.
Lightly pulling down the sleeve of my red jacket to cover my patterned arm, I say; "So, I never did ask, what's your name?"
She looks down at the floor, "Unique. Unique Rain Rivera."
"Pretty." I grin, "Much prettier then Avery Small. It's dull!" I laugh and then my iPhone bings. It's Lola.
Lola's Marcel, Ed and Harry's cousin. She's really nice, funny and sweet. And the only person I know that's more athletic then me!
Lola: Has Marcel talked to you yet?
Avery: Uhh, no... Was he meant too?
Lola: Eek! Don't worry then.
That's odd. Lola's sixteen and she really pretty. Which explains why she has a boyfriend. She looks a bit like Cayla, but in a pretty way. She's got really long blonde curly hair and bright brown eyes. I missed her.
"Sorry, that was my friend Lola."
"Marcel's cousin?"
"Yeah, she's cool."
Unique grins and then we walk into my dorm. Emmee laughs at me and asks what I'm doing.
"Who's this?" Emmee asks.
"Unique. I totally love her eyes."
Lola's POV
I twist my long blonde hair between my fingers and then look over at my phone. I sigh and then laugh as I watch Ed throw Violet over his shoulder. I smile at them and text Marcel again. I can't believe that he hasn't spoken to Avery yet.
I mean, c'mon! Even Greg finally asked Ashlee out. Marcel is refusing to text me. Same with Avery. She's alive seeing as she just posted a video with a girl. She had the most amazing eyes.
Last time I heard, Greg and Ashlee had taken a holiday to Paris. They're so cute together. Just like me and my boyfriend.
Lola: Avery???
Avery: Hello...
Lola: Look, I know that you're mad at me about the Marcel thing and I just need to talk to you about it.
Avery: I've got a botany class in ten minutes, can we talk later?
Lola: Fine...
Avery's POV
I run some lipstick over my chapped lips and then quickly look at my outfit. I've got botany with Marcel, and I'm trying to irritate him. Which I'm doing pretty good at. He was staring at my legs through out all of psych.
"Emmee, I gotta go."
"Bub bye!" She calls back and I rush from our dorm.
...
Our professor, Doctor Haylee Hill, is talking about something. All I can think about is Marcel. And how he keeps licking his lips. And how much it's pissing me off.
Meet me after class x Aves
I pass him the note with my messy handwriting and Marcel nods. As class drones on, all I can think about is talking to Marcel. We need to talk about what happened.
Pulling my hair down from it's messy bun, I glance at Marcel who's looking at my pretty patterned skin. I shake my head and pull my sleeve down a little bit more. Twisting the ends of my hair, the bell echos loudly and I gesture for Marcel to follow me.
"Mars, we need to talk."
"D-Don't c-c-c-call me Mars."
"You used to let me," I sigh and then reach for his hand but he pulls away.
"A-Avery, w-we can't be t-together."
"Why not, Marcel. I still love you."
"Y-You're t-to b-b-b-broken."
"You promised to fix me." I grab his shoulders and pull him into a kiss. His lips so soft, smooth and so familiar. I'm slightly worried when Marcel actually kisses me back. Isn't he meant to have a girlfriend. But he does kiss me back.
Which counts for everything.
My arms wrap around his shoulders and my legs hook around his waist, bringing him closer to me.
"I d-d-don't like y-y-your blue hair." He mumbles between our kiss, "O-Or y-you contacts."
"I like them, that's what matters."
Notes
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