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[h3]Three's a crowd[/h3][/center]
[@Plank Sinatra]

[color=9D36FF]"You still want to come along and pick up my dad Jericho?"[/color] I asked, looking into Jericho's eyes. He nodded, I didn't wait to hear anything else. It was time to face my father. I took a seat in the back of the town car and awaited Jericho to take his seat. He seemed to be taking his time, probably saying goodbye to the various people we had left in the café. I had asked them there, made a scene, got taken behind the café. I was a mess in every sense of the word.

The town car felt cool to most of the open skin on my body, I could feel some of the air conditioning reaching the backs of my calves and my shoulder blades. Jericho walked slowly but methodically around the car and opened the door. He took his seat, not even glancing at me and closing it behind him.

"Ready to go, Ms. Nuit?" I was asked by the driver.

[color=9D36FF]"Yeah."[/color] I responded staring at the head rest in front of me. I heard the car kick some of the loose gravel up as we started on our way. It was a relatively short ride to the airfield given Beacon's close proximity to the center of the community. I glanced in Jer's direction and examined him quizzically. He had an elbow resting near the window controls that had his hand rest around his mouth. He stared at the surrounding cityscape with a quiet curiosity. I guess I had forgotten that he was still getting used to being in Vale.

It was odd for me too at first. The differences were easy enough to pick apart when one compared Mistral and Vale. But the thing that had surprised me the most were the strangers. They had a way about them, a neighbourhood comradery. It was different from back in Mistral. Especially back in Zephyr. I was used to a certain amount of loathing from others. Whether it be because of who my father was or who they thought I'd be. But here I was, proving them wrong.

I sighed quietly attempting to exhale the negativity in my mind.

It could be a little much at times. I glanced at Jer again.

I could be a little much at times.

[color=9D36FF]"Don't answer this... But I've been too much to handle recently, huh?"[/color] I said casually. Moving the majority of the hair hanging over my right shoulder behind it. Jer's ears perked up but he seemed intent on following orders, simply glancing in my direction while keeping his primary focus on the city outside. [color=9D36FF]"I know I have been..."[/color] I felt a warmth develop in my cheeks and I glanced out towards the window, leaning away from my... I'm not even sure what he is really.

Is he my friend? Does he consider me his friend? Why would he?

I don't have many friends, honestly. It can be hard connecting with people when you've lead a life so devoid of common ground.

[color=9D36FF]"Don't worry about it. I'm done chasing you - sorry about that."[/color] I said as the car came to a stop at the helipad.

The driver excused himself from our presence as he made his way to the landing helicopter, his suit flapped in the wind as the helicopter gently touched down. 

[color=c7a0d5]"Hello Theod- I- Junior can be- Thank you."[/color]. 

I could only make out every other word or so from my father's speech as he approached the passenger side door. I turned to Jer to warn him about my father, but when I did I was met with a man I did not recognize. 

Gone were Jer's signifying features like his flowing hair and piercing eyes. Now he appeared older, in his late twenties with short blonde curly hair. He had light blue eyes and a five o' clock shadow. His jaw bone was fairly similar, rigid as always. He stared back at me, nodding once. He was wearing a black suit jacket and a white dress shirt and perfectly sized purple tie along with black dress pants. My father took his seat in the town car, the wind from the helicopter poured in through the car as it took off once more. My father closed the door and with a bang, silence washed over the vehicle.

Even more so than before.

[color=c7a0d5]"Who is this, your suitor?"[/color] My father asked callously examining Jericho in the rear view mirror. His eyes scanning the boy with distaste. 

[color=9D36FF]"No."[/color] I responded simply waiting for the car to leave the helipad.

[color=c7a0d5]"Don't be short with me."[/color] He snapped back at me. But I didn't care anymore. I laid against the window as the car finally picked up its pace and we begun to make our way back to school. I wasn't sure why my father insisted on visiting as the last hours of family day dwindled down. But whatever the reason was I'm sure I wasn't going to like it. 

[color=9D36FF]"Yeah, sorry."[/color] I responded, my voice muffled by the palm of the hand I was leaning against. My hair once more fell over my shoulder and required me to brush it back behind my shoulder. Jer didn't seem to watch the city anymore, this time he was focused on my father. 

I wonder why? Did he perceive him as a threat? That'd be odd. He was an asshole and an elitist, but he wasn't a threat. Per se.

[color=c7a0d5]"I'll be teaching you some respect when we arrive at this pitiful excuse for a school."[/color] My father said, venom dripping from every word.

But I found myself not caring. I was more preoccupied by what I was going to do tomorrow. I hadn't been able to attend much class at Beacon and I wanted to take full advantage of my Practice class at the end of the day. Perhaps if Jericho was in the class I'd ask him to help me.

[color=c7a0d5]"Are you paying any attention at all?"[/color] My father snapped. Turning around in his seat, and meeting Jericho's gaze while angrily glancing over at me.

[color=9D36FF]"Yes. I understand, I'll learn to respect my elders."[/color] I said quietly tapping my foot on the back of my father's seat. The ride continued on in silence until we arrived at Beacon. My father immediately exited the vehicle and I turned to Jericho with a sorry smile. [color=9D36FF]"Thanks for going along with me dragging you to pick him up. You're off the hook, have a good night."[/color] I said turning away from the Atlesian boy and exiting the vehicle, taking my dad as requested to his 'no good traitor of an offspring'. I called her Estelle, but his name sure did have a nice ring to it.

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It's lonely at the top[/h3][/center]

My scroll buzzed beside me. I took the last bite of my small sandwich I had ordered from the cafeteria between third and fourth period and scarfed it down in a hurry. Today felt unapologetically long. I was sitting alone on top of the Beacon spire my wings tucked in close to my body so they wouldn't catch a sudden gust of wind. It was lonely up here. But at least it was quiet. I still had to visit Gratia to look through therapy options and ask Jericho about my proposed practice classes. 

But I didn't feel incredibly enthusiastic about either option. 

I felt a bit of a breeze hit me and I opened my wings ready to be carried by it. Coasting it all the way to the ground I flapped once to avoid landing too hard and felt the nice solid ground beneath my feet. 

Time for fourth period.

Walking into the classroom I saw that I was one of the first people to arrive. I only saw two or three others in the classroom. As such I decided to take a seat towards the back of the lecture hall. Placing my bag ever-so-gently onto the ground, making sure to allow my aura to dwindle out of the bag so it once more begun to weigh almost nothing. I allowed my head to collapse forward onto the desk falling both gently and heavily into my arms. 

I couldn't tell whether I wanted someone to sit beside me, or have absolutely no one come near me right now.