firestarter
It was almost last bell on Thursday afternoon and Owen could not be more thankful. The school day had dragged on, and as bad as air he needed it to be time for football practice after school to feel alive and get out all the frustrations that had found him all week. He missed Anya. It had been months since they broke things off, but the sting was as fresh as it was the first day. They didn’t talk anymore, but kept one another on FaceRange, even if out of civility, and the notification of the top of his feed earlier that morning was enough to set the dreary tone for the rest of the day.
Anya MacPherson is in a relationship.
That was the one sign Owen never wanted to solidify that things were not being patched up and that he wouldn’t be getting her back. The theme of the day flip flopped between self pity and anger, the latter consuming him at the moment. He’d slipped out of class early, preparing to drop off his books and head to the field, but the universe had different plans for him this afternoon. He was usually alone in the halls around this time, but now he could hear a faint shuffle across the banks of lockers, hushed voices going back and forth. He wasn’t invested enough to try to make out what was being said, too irritated to care much either way. Reaching his locker, he tugged open the lock, tossing in his textbooks and rounding the hall towards the locker room when the voices began to get louder, more frantic if he wasn’t mistaken. Curiosity consumed him and he slowed his pace, keeping quiet as he searched for the source of the scuffle.
