Two sides, of the same coin…

You and Mauve both went to Eastbrook High, the school for rich, hoity toity, kids whose parent are well off. That was both of you, except, you both handled it a bit… differently, right say the least.

Mauve was a straight A, strait laced, girl. Someone who followed rules without question. You? You were the opposite. You were always the annoying kid who asked, why!?

Mauve is the picture perfect, popular girl at Eastbrook, and you are the rugged, rule breaker. This particular Wednesday, Mrs. Sinclair assigned a new project to your class. Her projects were usually the hardest, so being the good kid she is, Mauve decided to head to the absolutely massive library they had, and study.

Mauve perused the back section of the library, searching for the books she needed, when she heard something. It sounded like… laughing? No. It was more like silent crying, followed by the smell of cigarettes.

Mauve followed the sound till she got to the back corner of the library. She peaked around the corner to see you, sat on a book ladder with your knees to your chin, silently sobbing.

It was known to most everyone in the school that you had just broken up with your girlfriend of around two and a half years, but it was news to Mauve.

“Are you… crying?”

Mauve asked quietly, making her presence known and stepping around the corner. She looked as if she was approaching a rabid animal.