When In Rome ► Timothée Chalamet

21 | Peace in Pieces

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My mind was spiraling down an endless void of uncertainty.

I could barely move from my seat, the tension between Percy and I sticking like glue. I could feel his disappointment from behind me, even though I couldn't see him, but I knew I shouldn't care. I tried to set my focus back on the class, which was an incredibly hard thing to do, but my ambition pulled through.

Moments passed, and Timothee's shadowy figure entered my view, lingering in his usual place by the lockers. I felt sick thinking about everything that happened, no matter how much I wanted to leave it behind me. It wasn't my problem, and no matter how much I told myself that, I felt swallowed up in it all.

My will-power could only go so far.

As the bell rang, I grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder. Passing quickly through the door, my heart pounded with fear and nervous anticipation. Timothee smiled when he saw me, the corners of his rosy lips lifting. Of course he didn't know what was wrong, he thought I was still oblivious to his lie.

But I knew everything now, and the fact that he thought he could lead me on a deceitful path told me all I needed to know about how much he really trusted me. When he saw the faltered look on my face, his smile slowly disappeared.

"What's wrong?" He asked, trying to see past the hurt look in my eyes, "are you okay?"

I shook my head, clutching the straps of my bag. I needed time to think, time to process the right thing to do. As much as I wanted to go back to the times where I'd grab his hand and run off into the city, those memories were tainted with the truth.

"I don't want to talk to you right now," I muttered, unable to look into his eyes.

"What did I do?" He questioned, his eyes blinking in panic.

"I said I didn't want to talk," I puffed out, turning my head and rushing off towards the courtyard.

Slipping through students leaving their classrooms, I left the boy standing bewildered behind me. I didn't look back, consumed by my own frustration, hoping he didn't run after me. I spotted Percy a few paces ahead of me, and groaned in disgust when he locked eyes with me; he had been watching the whole time.

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of a response, but I was too out of sorts to care about my own stubborn morals. Stopping in front of him, I narrowed my eyelids into slits.

"You got what you wanted," I spat out, "happy now?"

"You finally accepted the truth?" He inquired, his eyes glimmering with amusement.

"You don't really care what I think, this was all about Timothee. I'm sick of having to deal with your feud, okay?"

"Hey," he laughed, mocking me for my anger, "I was just trying to warn you."

"You knew this whole time! You waited it out to tell me, why? Did you want to wait till things finally became serious, so you could take me away from him?"

"He took Elena from me, so think of it as karma."

"Don't tell me to think of karma, when you didn't think about how I would feel."

"Relax, I did you a favor, you'd end up getting hurt by him anyways."

"Well think about this, then," I sneered, "maybe he didn't take Elena from you. Maybe she never wanted you in the first place."

I knew it wasn't the right thing to say, but in the moment I was boiling over with resentment. The smirk quickly wiped off of the boy's face, and I could almost see his heart break behind his eyes. But who was I to care? He didn't care about me, not in the slightest.