I don't know how much you guys are enjoying this. Is it getting better? Because it's more fun to write it now. Heads up: This is going to be a somewhat long novel. And there won't be a sequel because of it's length. Here you go:
Harver turns to me, and Margaret just now acknoledges I'm standing there.
"Margaret, this is Rayne. Rayne, this is Margaret, an old family friend."
"Hello." Margaret says in an annoyed tone.
"Hello." I say in a charming voice, but I can taste the sarcasm. As Harver looks around, he spots another one of the men that was staying here, and goes over to him. I give a scowl to Margaret, who is scowling back.
"How come I've never seen you here before?" I ask her, anger lacing each and every word.
"I've been upstairs, at the very highest level. Where were you? At the bottom floor, where the scum stays, where you belong?" Her voice was beautiful, like the sound of chimes. My mouth gapes open at her comment. Anger builds up in my face, but before I can punch her, Harver steps in.
"Rayne? Why don't you come help me unpack? Margaret, we'll catch up with things later." I nod, satisfied. Of course Harver always would pick me over some chick named Margaret. I smirk, and swiftly turn on my heel. I already hated her.
I sit on the bed as Harver talks about the war. He says it was hard, and he was glad I hadn't been there. Well I wasn't. I missed out on all the action.
"So, about Margaret...how long have you know her?" I ask. He turns and stares at me.
"Awhile, why?" I shrug.
"Just curious." And then I though about her 'scum' comment. Sure, I could tell Harver, but then he would make me stay away from her. And that's the last thing I want, considering I want my sweet revenge. He sighs heavily.
"Do you have a problem with Margaret? I mean, it's okay if you do." He says, and I turn to him, to find he's looking at me, his arms crossed.
"No way! She's very...sweet. What makes you think that?" I say innocently.
"That was some mean glare you gave her back there." He says, with an eyebrow raised. I raise my hands up, like I'm surrendering.
"She's your friend. I won't get involved." I say, looking away. I feel his cold hand on my shoulder.
"Seriously, Rayne. Do you have a problem with her?" I look at him bitterly.
"I have no problem with her." I say politely, and turn around, and walk into the bathroom.
"Hello, Rayne. It's nice to see you again." Margaret says, her eyes gleaming. Too bad I knew what was inside of those precious red eyes.
Ha, red eyes. Fits her perfectly.
"Hello, Margaret." I say politely. She should be happy I acknoledged her, but NO, she had to TALK to me. She looks at Harver.
"Why don't we catch up? I haven't seen you in a decade!" Harver chuckles lightly.
"It hasn't been a decade. Only about two years, I think." Why did Margaret look so familiar? I don't know why I'm just remembering this..
Oh my God. This was Margaret. Margaret Kane. Three years ago..at Harver's family reunion. I was invited, because technically I was family. That's how close we were. And Margaret shows up, oogling over Harver. And yes, I said oogling. She looks as skinny and as stupid as ever. And those stupid eyes, I remember them, too. Always though I was looking into an open flame when I saw them.
I also remember that family reunion, because Margaret has kissed Harver(and yes, I knew they were old friends, and not family members). And I had pushed her...in front of a moving car. The car slammed on it's breaks and never hit Margaret. Too bad she doesn't have a scar on that pretty little face of hers.
So that's why she hated me so much. I could understand that...You might hate the person that pushed you in front of a car. It's possible.
"Shall we?" Margaret's voice rang cheerfully, holding out a hand to Harver. And then...he took her hand. He nodded. Margaret turned her head backwards while interlocking Harver and her arms, blew me a kiss, and gave me a smirk of satisfaction.