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Chapter 33- Myra | Playground Fights and Knockout Nights

Chapter 33: Playground Fights and Knockout Nights

Myra slammed her tray down on the table where Alex and Marie sat, and both of them looked up at her as if she grew a second head.

"Woah there, firecracker...who got your panties in a twist?" Alex breathed into the cool summer air. A bit of ketchup fell off of the sandwich he ate, and it landed on his collar. Marie sat looking as if she hadn't gotten any sleep the past decade, and stole fries off his tray. She leaned forward and dipped a fry into the ketchup dollop that fell and put the fry in her mouth. Alex looked at her deadpan and Myra could feel how close they were. How the word 'family' strung along the atmosphere.

"Goldilocks, you keep your nasty mind away from thoughts of both me and my panties" Myra answered, and waved her hand motioning for both of them to stop staring at her. Alex muffled a laugh and inched to the side to let Myra scoot into the table. Myra's hair was wild and her body rang with electricity.

"And that is an awful saying, Alexander Banks. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Marie asked waving a fry in her hand for emphasis. Alex opened his mouth to fire a statement at her, but he was cut off short.

"- No, he kisses yours instead, Mare" A voice came from across their table. Jonathan Roux waltzed over to the side of the dining hall that they sat in as if he was king of the goddamn lunchroom. He might as well have been because as Myra turned to look around, she noticed that there were hushed whispers and stares coming their way all around with the students who were in the building. Every single pair of eyes in the dining hall was on them.

Not them, Myra corrected

Him.

He was practically a dead man walking.

Myra heard a curse come from Alex's direction and the slight sound the fry made as it dropped from her hand onto the floor. Marie looked at him as if her whole world lost it's axis. She stared as if someone had just proved Newtonian science wrong to her. In fact, Myra wasn't even sure if she was breathing.

Jonathan stopped short in front of them with a sheepish grin, and a hand that was playing with the back of his neck. Everything about him was off. He had lost weight from the hospitalization and Myra could hear the slight beep a sound made coming from his ankle. She looked down to see a small gunmetal colored device strapped around his ankle. He was being tracked. He was being monitored for everything he did. But yet there he stood, with four juice packs in his hand and a crooked smile.

The boy standing before everyone was not supposed to be alive.

Marie pulled one leg out from the table and then followed the other leg. She walked slowly to face him and looked at his face as if he was a completely different person. Myra could see her eyes pooling as she followed every corner and crease, imprinting him into her memory once more.

"Hey, Mare" Jonathan whispered so that only she could hear. The smile on his face was gone now and he looked sad. There wasn't another word to describe it, Myra had seen her fair share of broken hearts before and Jonathan's heart wasn't just broken. His whole skeleton was. Every organ ripped to shreds for the girl in front of him, and she didn't even know it yet.

Myra closed her eyes and sighed. Was this what she was doing to Clifton?

Her eyes snapped open as a loud sound ricocheted through the hall. Myra saw it at it's closing, but Marie had slapped Jonathan's cheek, hard enough for his whole face to follow through to the terminal destination of her hand. He was turned away and he twitched his jaw and groaned when a clicking sound made it's way out.