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Weekend mornings were the absolute worst. Her brain programmed itself to wake Arlet incredibly early, while her class-mates snores could still be heard through the thin walls. Curling up under her thick comforter, she attempted coaxing her brain into sleep-mode. It was no use however, once she woke, that was it. She grudgingly sat up and threw a menacing glance at the digital clock nearby. The machine flashed black lines that fit together in a single image; it was still only 6:28. Crimson eyes lazily scanned the room. Up until some several days ago, she had been in the comfort of her family and friends. College was difficult, and even a head-strong girl like Arlet felt homesick. She needed something that would occupy her mind; something that would help her forget about the depressing parts of life. Normally, it would have been straight to belly-dancing. On this morning though, Arlet Jahar just didn't have it in her tan body. The weather outside was painted gray, the large skies looming above. It definitely didn't help uplift her mood. Quickly, she changed out of her skimpy night-gown, and into the cozy uniform. As quietly as possible, she ventured out into the hall, and entered the floor bathroom. After the daily shower, teeth brushing, she concluded she'd take a walk around the floor, as she really had nothing better to do.

Walking through the silent hallways, a feeling of eeriness seeped into the girl, resulting in several chills down her back. Arlet never took well to being a lone wolf, she liked to be surrounded by people. Alas, they were all happily dreaming, while Arlet was dying of boredom. Suddenly, she heard the slight sounds of pots clanging, coming from the direction of the art rooms. Her entire stance froze at once, and slowly, she forced her head to look back. The lights were on in one of the ceramic rooms. But who else but Arlet would be up this early? Bravely, Arlet slowly took large strides towards the direction of the lit room. Not bothering to mumble a "hello", her curiosity overwhelmed her, and she quickly opened the wooden door, only to trip over the protruding entrance. It all happened too quickly, and Arlet tightly shut her eyes together, bracing herself for the hard floor. Instead, there was a roaring thunder, the sound of several pots breaking. Frightened, she opened her eyes, to realize she was lying on a terrified girl. s**t.

It was clear that Arlet Jahar had not fully awakened from her sleep. Once her eyes fully adjusted to the situation, Arlet found herself situated upon her very own best friend, the stunning Euphemia Argyros. "Hey, next time watch where you'r--.." the girl remarked coldly, then pausing, obviously realizing who was on top of her. Truthfully, Arlet wanted to break down in tears. Her dear Effie had told her about her latest creations, which had been commissioned for by a wealthy art-collector. Now, it was solely her fault, for Effie's loss. While she was at a loss for words, her friend began to apologize for what was so clearly her fault. "Arlet, I'm so sorry! I should have watched where I was going, but I was so focused on getting these vases across the hall, and --..and..I didn't see you." the apology was clearly sincere, but it simply made her feel a hundredfold worse.


"Effie...I don't know what to say! I'm SO sorry! I-I was just in a morning daze, and I heard a noise, and, and. God. Effie, I'm truly apologetic...I knew how hard you were working on this." Arlet was upset from the core of her heart, and she knew that words couldn't get across the message of how hard it was for her to see her crush's works shattered to pieces. Recklessly, she began to pick up the pieces, one by one, and it was not soon before a gash appeared, beginning to ooze out a marroon liquid. Perhaps it was her mood of desperation, her need to get the apology fully across, and especially, the fact that the female she loved was laying right...well, it was a rather awkward position. Arlet was always the type of human that dived into things without thinking things through at all. This, would apply, as the mocha-colored female dived in for a kiss on Euphemia's perfect lips. The eyes of amethyst showed shock, and most of all, confusion. Well, so much for keeping that unrequited love a secret. Now...what?

What Arlet had been expecting was a cold, hard, reality check that resulted in a burning red mark on her cheek. But, to think that Euphemia would react in this way! To be frank with herself, Arlet knew herself about Euphemia's popularity with the males, and now that Lucas was back, this was truly the last thing she expected, whether she fantasized about it or not was another matter. Effie's gilded bracelets jingled as her soft hands wrapped around her own neck, it was clear that it was not another reverie. It was the real thing, and Arlet made the most of it with a passionate response. Her heart fluttered as Effie's regal colored eyes slowly shut. Was it because of pleasure? Or maybe Euphemia was imagining another person? No, that couldn't be. The kiss was too...real. Slowly, her crush lifted herself, a blush spreading like wild-fire over her bronzed cheeks.

"..Your hand...it's bleeding..." it was then that Euphemia spoke, in an almost inaudible tone. So that was why it had felt so sore, but the pain itself had been dulled by the pain that her heart felt. Euphemia's reaction was so blase, almost as if nothing had happened. The female scampered to reach for a first-aid kit, clearly looking for something to change the topic. However, Arlet on the other hand, wanted to confirm the past event. "Did we just k-kiss?" Arlet inquired, looking at Euphemia with a serious yet gentle expression. This morning was turning out to be an unusual one, indeed.

It broke Arlet's heart to see the present pain in her Euphemia's lavender eyes. All those beads of perspiration, all those hours of putting of other work and her soul into her work, were simply gone. Just because of a ridiculous folly, not to mention what followed up with that. On a normal occasion, Arlet would have literally been jumping with joy, for well, Euphemia's response. However, the guilt overwhelmed her, more then the omnipresent throbbing in her right arm.

Unlike Arlet, Euphemia was precise with picking up the infinite pieces of shattered clay. For a while, there was silence between the two, until Euphemia spoke. "It's okay, Arlet I don't really have the time to remake them all now. It would take a while, besides, I'm probably going to go and meet up with Lucas later. I don't really want to keep him waiting on account of me. He has some sort of...video game convention thing that he's going to, and he needs my support." HOLD UP. That ******** purple-haired sleazy-a** player? The one that not even dumped, CHEATED, on Euphemia last year for a ridiculous chess whore. And what now? Were they friggin' back together? <******** LUCAS? Your SUPPORT? Euphemia Argyros, I can only say that I'm disappointed in you. Are you that fickle? What about just now? You're just going to forget about that and go back to that b*****d?" a mask of pure fury was worn on the girl's face, as she slammed her bandaged hand on a nearby table as hard as she could. "Did you just forget about the way he treated you like s**t last year? I can't even comprehend your logic! What happened, did he apologize and say it would never happen again? Don't you know Euphie, that guys like him are called players for a reason?" At this point in time, Arlet was even tired of getting mad at Euphemia. Certainly, she didn't understand her reasoning, and was simply worried, but it was also true that her anger could be directly connected to pure jealousy. "You know what? You can go to Lucas, and his gay game convention. But I'm out." With that, Arlet stormed out of the art room, trampling on pieces of clay on her way out. Hopefully, noone had heard her moment of anger. Truthfully, it was a bit embarrassing, how she let her anger control her...But it was Euphemia.