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[b][color=#b53389]Location;[/color][/b] Old East → Old West First Floor Girls' Bathroom → Lucas' and Jackson's Bedroom
[b][color=crimson]Interacting With;[/color][/b] Each other [sub]([@lovely complex] [@BeastofDestiny])[/sub]; Jackson near the end [sub]([@SomewhatAverage])[/sub]
[b][color=#b53389]Indifferent/Contemplative  → Sick  → Annoyed  → Forlorn  → Irrational  → Scared[/color][/b] 
[b][color=crimson]Sneaky → Serious/Stoic → Honesty → Concern/Touch of Emotion → Disorientation → Anger[/color][/b]
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[indent]All eyes were on her. How did that make her feel? She felt the fear, the spite, and the concern. She knew exactly how Samantha was feeling and the thoughts coursing in everyone's minds but her own. Does it matter now? The damage was already done and if Gianna could rewind time, would she? If she was the fun, loving junior that her class knew of last year, who had little to no care in the world, then yes, turning back time would be something she would’ve begged for. Gia use to care about other people's well beings and their opinions, to an unhealthy extent, which Vincent Hart helped her battle that burden of carrying everyone’s issues on her shoulders. There once was a time where she used her abilities not as some sick game but to give her friends a chance at happiness, help them forget their heartbreak by absorbing those woes and making them her own. If Gia could bring some sort of happiness in their lives, something she wasn’t as fortunate of experiencing in her own life, then she would. 

Not even Brenna and Lucas were aware of that Gia, who would spend most of her college days crying in the arms of her boyfriend because she felt useless and couldn’t be there for everyone, even if that was her strongest desire. She wanted to be the parent that was present in everyone’s lives, but to some people, especially those that weren’t in her grade, she came off as an attention whore and a slut. In all honesty, when she was found in a room with someone alone, she had just gotten done counseling them, not fucking them, but at last, Gia was not one to explain herself. She kept her kindness hidden because she didn’t want to be viewed as someone who was unbearably loving and caring. Someone like a hero. A villain that actually cared? No way! Gia never knew her father and her mother didn’t have her priorities straight. Her mother focused on her shitbag lovers rather than her blossoming daughter. 

As far as Brenna and Lucas knew, the Delphina Queen was a strong, confident presence, certain of what she was doing with her life and knew what was best for the students of Delphina. Psyche gave people goals to achieve to better themselves while building their low self esteem up. To this day, she wants to find villains that are assure of themselves. The ones that have potential for greatness, all so she could continue what [i]he[/i] started. Her methods aren’t as kind as they were last year. That careless, fickle, and sweet person died, along with her main reason to live. The main reason that gave her a genuine smile and helped her take on these painful days. She felt so alone without him. 

Walking down the stairs that led to the third floor of Old East, Gia felt something in her hand that wasn’t there before - a napkin? Not looking down at it yet, she continued to strut through the halls and down the building’s stairs until she found a private area in the dormitory. [i][color=#b53389]When did this…?[/color][/i] Leaning against the wall (this happened after she dropped her heels on the floor to put them on), she casually opened up the delicate piece of paper and glanced down at the words that were written on it. Reading the letter from Jackson, she sighed, “[color=#b53389]Seems like I have another fan.[/color]” Rather than toss the paper away, she slipped it in her bra for safekeeping. Closing her eyes for a moment, she took a deep breath in and out. This is what people wanted to see. Everyone needed someone to fear. Why not give the people what they wanted? Her hands trembled as she stood under the stairs that led out the door. Tonight turned out to be a lot more than she expected.

Gingerly, she opened her eyes and held tight onto the jewelry that was in the clutch of her hands. Deciding to take her leave, Gia walked in the light rain back to her dorm (not anticipating it to pick up). Her heels resounded in the silence of the night. The cold rain should have made her shiver, but the amount of alcohol she drank, only made the touch of rain feel good on her skin - her body felt feverish. Letting the water wash over her, drenching her entire outfit, soaking her hair, and ruining her makeup, she quietly walked to her dorm with a faux smile plastered on her face.

Her world was disorientated, her head was spinning… ah, so it seemed that this incident and her abundance of drinking made her stomach curl. Once she entered the lobby, she rushed her way to the girls’ bathroom and slipped into a stall. Dropping to the ground, not bothering to fully close the stall door, she let her lack of dinner exit her mouth and into the bowl. No dinner, a shit ton of alcohol, and being a terrible human being? These were the results. 

A breathless chuckle resounded in the stall next to Gianna’s [color=Crimson]”It sounds like you had a fun night.”[/color]

Clumsily pulling some toilet paper down from its holder and ripping a lengthy strip off, she wiped her mouth while still leaning over the toilet, “[color=#b53389]You’re a creep. You know that?[/color]” She continued to heave more of her empty stomach out. 

Ignoring the comment, Elijah stepped out of the stall and walked towards the bathroom door, he needed to have a private one on one, he didn’t want any unwanted interruptions. [b]*Click*[/b] He turned around and walked to the sinks, leaning against them while he listened to the senior heave up her stomach’s contents. [color=Crimson]”Had a little too much to drink tonight? Or maybe we’re regretting our actions a little.”[/color] His arms were folded, waiting for her answer.

After exhaustingly reaching to flush the toilet, before responding, Gia slowly brought herself up, making sure she didn’t have any more puke left in her, “[color=#b53389]I don’t regret.[/color]” Turning around and swinging the door open (making a loud slam), she made her way to the sink, not bothering to look at the man in the girls’ bathroom. Turning on the sink, she washed her face softly and in no rush. 

His body was as still as stone, he scanned her essence, the seething thing that she was [color=Crimson]”Lying. We all have our regrets Gianna, even me, but that’s aside the point. You’ve successfully managed to widen the gap further between Mayweather and Delphina, antagonizing this pointless feud. Are you proud of yourself?”[/color]

“[color=#b53389]Does it matter? What I feel?[/color]” She muttered before taking a sip of cold water spilling out of the faucet. Her brown orbs were restless and her heart was heavy but she didn’t need to explain herself, not to Elijah, who wasn’t even there. She shouldn’t have to explain herself. What she did with her own life was none of his concern. 

[color=Crimson]”If it didn’t matter, I wouldn’t be asking, but you don’t have to hide your emotions from me, they’re as plain as day. Your aura, it's all over the place, a heavy heart, burdened by regret, guilt, death,”[/color] he let the last point sink in, turning to face her. [color=Crimson]”You never used to be this way, so why go through all the trouble to do what you did tonight? Does it make you feel better to turn the pain you feel unto another?”[/color]

Turning off the water, with slow, unsettling ease, Gia held herself up as she looked into the darkness within the drain. His words echoed in her mind making her grind her teeth, “[color=#b53389]Shut. Up. Elijah.[/color]” Finally, looking up to stare at his face, her eyes burning with anger, annoyance, and hatred, she teethed, “[color=#b53389]Stop acting like you fucking care. About me and about anyone really. You’re not a damn saint, so stop acting like one.[/color]”

[color=Crimson]”If I truly didn’t care, I wouldn’t be here now and whether you like it or not, I am here for your benefit, even if you don’t see it that way. Your heart is filled with a great darkness, one that was once balanced with joy, that joy is still within you, don’t bury it away, you do him no honor by traversing this path.”[/color]

“[color=#b53389]Honor? Balance? What do you know?[/color]” She stepped closer to him, breaking all space between them to take in his expression, “[color=#b53389]Have you ever thought that maybe this was suppose to happen? That maybe I’m okay with where my life is. I don’t need people. I don’t need [b]you[/b]. If I die, that’s my own business. Go concern yourself with someone else, because you’re getting nowhere with me.[/color]” She wanted to go on and talk about Vince but… she decided to avoid that topic. It was already hard enough that this asshole kept bringing him up like he knew how her dead boyfriend felt. She didn’t care if Elijah could see her aura, he would never understand her. Seeing feelings is one thing, but knowing how they felt… that was an entirely different ball game.

[color=Crimson]”Your lies are as weak as your will to claim them,”[/color] his imposing presence towered above her, [color=Crimson]”Okay with your life? And you believe fate dictated this outcome? I’ve heard the cries that come from your room, the way you clutch your pillow at night, how the nightmares dictate you call his name. You’re not okay with this, because you never expected this to happen, you never expected him to die the way he did and no, it is not okay the way he went-”[/color]

With all the force she could muster, Gia pushed him aggressively away from her, “[color=#b53389]Shut the fuck up![/color]” She didn’t want to hear this anymore. The way Elijah brought out all her insecurities to surface, this was because he cared? Caring means talk about someone who is long gone? Someone who left her alone in this world to take it on by herself, “[color=#b53389]Stop talking about him! Please.[/color]” She begged. The tears came rushing down her face. She wanted to leave. It was obvious she was ready to run by her backing away in vulnerable fear and trying to get to the door.

The fear in her was palpable, but he needed to do this, to snap her out of the rut she continually dug herself in. He could see her reaching for the lock and in a flash he was on her, hand slammed into the door as he closed the gap between the two, his intense gaze locked onto her fearful eyes. His hand reached up for his sunglasses as he drew them off his face, he was fully expecting her to lash out at him, but he would be prepared, she was drunk, he was not.

[color=Crimson]”And why? Because you wish to bury it? To banish his memory deep within your soul? I know you feel alone, abandoned, you lost your love and I lost my friend...Believe it or not, I know more than you think...and less than I hoped…”[/color] For as harsh as his words were cutting, he felt burdened by the promise Vincent had made him keep, to keep Gia happy, to not dwell on the past and live in the sorrow she was in, he felt like he had failed, but he would keep trying, until he drew his last breath, he’d keep trying. 

“[color=#b53389]Just let me go…[/color]” She pleaded. 

[color=Crimson]”I only wish to help you Gianna...for his sake.”[/color] He didn’t want to let her leave, but something...strange was happening...

Unable to contain herself anymore, she did something she knew she would regret later, even if she said earlier she had no regrets. Using her Emphatic Pherokinesis, with no sign or warning, Gia drained the fire, care, and concern he had for her right from inside his body and absorbed it, which gave her enough strength to slam her fist into his face, “[color=#b53389]I hate you![/color]” And with that, she flung the door open and ran. 

His emotions drained from him, his body felt weak and his mind was going hazy. Before he even knew it, her fist slammed straight into his jaw and off he was tumbling to the floor like a sack of potatoes. Pain encompassed his face and his body was sprawled across the ground, completely discombobulated. He barely heard the words escape her lips as he watched through hazy senses her form rush from the bathroom. It took several minutes for him to regain himself, to feel whole again and when he did, all he felt was anger.

Anger at the woman who punched him in the face, anger for the promise he made, anger at his own weakness, anger in the fact that once again, he failed. He slowly picked himself up, rubbing his face as he felt the stinging she left, that would most certainly leave a bruise. He tried to calm his emotions, but the rage within got the better of him and with a loud roar he hurled a massive fireball straight into the the stalls, then another, and another, destroying them with the force of a thousand suns, the plastic and metal components melting at the intense heat. He forced himself to breathe, allowing him to feel his diaphragm as it moved in conjunction with his deep breaths. He witnessed the destruction he had left and when he felt finally calm, he left the building, back to his own dorm.

Rather than run to her room, which was on the third floor, she simply went down the hall to Room 1E, Lucas’ and Jackson’s bedroom. Conveniently, the door was lying on the floor, so she swiftly knocked on the rim and rushingly entered on her own accord. 

Pressing herself against the wall (hiding from the man that knew too much), she saw Jackson relaxing on his bed. It’s been thirty minutes since he last saw her. Closing her eyes, Gia heard the loud noises of Elijah’s rage and his prominent footsteps down the hall. When she heard the front door open and close, she gave a sigh of relief and took a moment to regain herself. The woman that had torn a person apart only a half hour ago looked like complete and utter shit. Her melting chocolate orbs were surrounded by red and encircled by puffiness, everything from head to toe was still fairly wet, and her eye makeup ran down her face. Glancing over at Jackson, she gave an apologetic stare, one that reflected a frightened child, not the Queen Bitch that everyone knew best. Shivering, she whispered, “[color=#b53389]So about that offer…[/color]” She pushed away from the wall to scan the room. Man, what happened to Lucas’ side? 

Crossing her arms for warmth, she weakly smiled, “[color=#b53389]Um… I know you probably just want to fuck me but… can I stay here with you for the night?[/color]” It was obvious by the way she held herself, Gianna Daniels did not want to be alone. Not after what Elijah put her through. [/indent]