The Transference

C37

The only thing I need now is to talk to Damian and see if he can let me into the museum or I'm breaking into that shit hole myself. Argh! Now I have to speak to him.

Talking to him is the least of my problems. The main thing I should be worried about is: when will I go? How am I going to find the time?

The entire school will be filled with guest, and the staff will be on edge and alert, there will be eyes everywhere to keep the students from doing stupid shit. It's just a stupid contest, it's not that much of deal. Fuck!

Sighing, I reach to turn on the tap and watch my hands. I turn it off and wipe my hands on my apron before moving to grab the clean trays and pack them to where they belong. Penelope and I have been doing this for almost an hour and I didn't know we had so many students. Fucking wankers couldn't be more helpful by wiping off their trays and plates.

Penelope and I found a way to do the dishes without disturbing the other. She rinses the dirt off the trays and plates before loading them into the big dishwasher and when they're done, she removes them and loads in another while I wipe those and pack them to where they belong.

I know this might seem hard to believe but I hate the silence between us. Penelope is a bitch and I want nothing from her, but I can't help but feel guilty about what I did. I started it when I kicked the ball to her face and even though it wasn't intentional, I've tried putting myself in her shoes and the issues we have between us didn't make her believe that I didn't do it on purpose. She deserved the broken nose for trying to blow my brains out with the illusion spell but she didn't deserve to be shot at.

The only sound in the room is from the dishes and our footsteps. I drop the mp Caleb gave me in cafeteria because, well, he's an imposter until proven wrong and I want nothing to do with him.

I should be the better person because I know when to admit that I'm wrong, again, even though I have no control over it.

"So here goes nothing," I whisper and approach her with courage even though my heart is pounding like hell. I'm not really sure why I'm nervous because it's just Penelope. But I will be apologizing to her.

I make my way to her, she's standing in front of the sink, so I stand behind her and clear my throat before I start talking. "I'm sorry." There's no way to begin, I just start off with the apology. "It was never my intention for things to get that far, and I'm sorry I almost killed you." I chuckle at that because if someone said that shit to me, I'd punch them right in the face. "It's a shitty apology but accept this instead of an explanation."

Penelope turns back and her face widens but the look doesn't stay for long. She removes her earpiece and frown. "Did you say something?"

I raise an eyebrow up. She wasn't even listening and there's no way I'm apologizing again. No fucking way.

"What? Oh, no, it's nothing, don't worry about it." I wave my hands and close the chapter.

She chuckles and turns back to her chores before saying, "If you're going to apologise for being a psycho bitch, then do it do my fucking face, bitch."

I shake my head and bite my tongue to prevent me from replying her.

She heard and pretended as if she didn't. Real mature, Penelope. Real fucking mature.

I return to my station and continue working. We spend the next hour doing the dish and fuck, it's sucks. I don't think I can survive doing this again. My feet and back hurts.

We don't speak when we finish, I half expect a sassy remark from her but she gives me nothing. I turn off the lights before heading to my room. Jessica isn't there. I'm not surprised though, she doesn't like being around the people she has misunderstanding with. It's just the way she is and I don't want to be over my head and say she's finding this really hard because we're close.